Walking down the hall
Past the empy rooms
Through the oak doors
Into the darkness,
Closing the doors behind,
Thinking your alone,
But your not,
The darkness is alive,
The darkness is inside of you
Growing as time passes
Waiting for that one day,
That one day when you lose control
That one day when your life shatters
And when that day comes
It will take you compleatly
Because it feeds off of your misery,
The more pain in your life,
The stronger it gets
The less contol you have over yourself
And the smaller your chances are
Of breaking free of its control.