The darkness of the mind
The darkness of which, hides the horrors.
The darkness of which, hides the truth.
The darkness of which, hides the pain.
The darkness of which, consumes everything.
The black of night, and the darkness of ones soul.
Are different at night, yet the same in day.
For in the day, the shadows hide.
While at night they roam, through the mind and back alleys.
The once bright lights grow dim, as they're replaced by artificial ones.
The original lights that brighten the world, the stars and friends we hold dear.
End up fading as they watch with pain, as we hide our truth with lies.
As we hide ours souls of which, we displayed without hesitation.
As we hide behind a mask, to keep them afar.
In order to not worry them, we hurt them.
For they can see past our darkness, and see our true suffering.
And as they worry, we believe it's better.
Because we try to say goodbye, before we become attached again.