Baring my soul for all who might see cringing in darkness growing slowly free. Best left to nothing yet burdened with pride. Weathered and worn with the unrelenting tide. Burning in blackness like a waterfall of light breathing the day past the coming of night. It crouches in shadows of darkened halls and fills you like a cup.
Emotions sear the flesh too raw, too cold alone to peel.
The mind can't tell the soul of stone to hold back what to feel. And the flood breaks soon to clean the wound and give it time to heal. And wash again a memory when, so it all doesn't seem too real. And if you open your eyes and try to see clearly, your life has been lost and it cost you so dearly. Down by the lake, swirling through reeds and rushes trapped in an absence of light, darkness sweeps towards the shore, malignant and malevolent with taint.