The Descent

The madness is coming and I cannot stop it

Even if I was so inclined

The darkness will slowly drift in like a fog

Taking over my heart and my mind

The voices are chanting quiet yet louder

And louder as time ticks away

If someone could hear the scream in my whisper

It might not have to turn out this way

 

The sadness, it calls to me

like some new personality

Made familiar in my own skin

There is nothing to fear,

but fear itself it would seem

And of course the Devil within

 

I cannot resist

it takes too much effort

To stay in the here and the now

When I much prefer

the pain of my making

It almost seems welcome somehow

 

So come madness come

I will not run

Though you frighten me to the core

I’ll take your hand

And I’ll let you lead me

To hell like the times before.

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