It is, it is
Darkness all around me.
In the walls,
Clung to the ceiling,
Lying on the floor,
Even hidden
In the candles flame.
Perverted Darkness
Warping my senses
Twisting my brain,
Altering my morals…
Tainting their morals,
Reaping their hearts of good,
Snuffing out the light…
Or
Showing their intentions,
Dampening their guard,
Exposing their lack of light.
Perverted darkness,
Plays its game,
Strict rules,
That it never shares…
Bleeding darkness
Oozing from the walls
Bound in runes,
Held in time
Do you give me sight?
Or do you only heal the blind?