Beneath My Skin.

I am weakness, I am power; 
I am darkness filled with light;
Born of strength, and carved from sorrow...
[I reside in endless night] 

In the silence I am haunted, shadows flicker through my mind.
I am falling, I am scattered; in the darkness I am blind...
 
To the depths in which I hide; to find solace I have tried.
Slowly fading, dissipating, I am lost here deep inside... 

Though my heart is made of stone; though it shatters like the glass;
Though these burdens are my own, still I know this too shall pass...

In the dead of blackest nights, in the dark before the dawn;
I find strength and I find power, to this beacon I am drawn...

[amidst the calm within my storm, the abyss that is my soul;
I am frail, I am unbroken, I am shattered, I am whole] 

For I am weakness, I am power; I am darkness filled with light.
Carved from strength and born of sorrow...
[in my world of endless night]

Though my strength, it comes and goes;
Though I'm glass encased in stone.
In these cuts where darkness shows;
That this monster is my own.

Though I'm lost and I am cracked;
Though the sorrow fills my soul.
In the dark where I am trapped;
I am broken, shattered, whole...

The Littlest Things.

In barren fields I stand;
The wind blows through my heart.
Upon this desolate land,
I've cherished from the start.

And tiny specks of light;
They flicker through this field.
As they fade into the night,
All that's broken becomes healed.

So as my soul is calmed;
And all that's fragile becomes new.
I revel in the overlooked;
 The little things that grew...