Until The End, Part One.

She was lost once again,
When the darkness crept in;
And the demons she buried,
Came knocking again...

They clawed at her mind and they tore at her heart;

She knew it was time,
This was how it would start.

With a whisper in silence,
A rattle of chains,
They came for her (Taunting),
They called her by name.

They led her astray,
Filled her cup with despair;
She heard them all mocking,
But no one was there...

[over and over, an ominous game]
They wanted her broken, and lost, with no name...

They wanted her anguish to blacken her soul;
To tarnish her spirit, so she never felt whole;
They wanted her fearful, and lost - all alone,
With skin made of glass and a heart like a stone.

[until she would end] lost and alone…

The Whispers.

There is nowhere to hide,
When the dark comes alive;
And it's all in your mind;
And they whisper inside...

[What is offered: denied.]

In each breath that you take;
In between every sigh;
In each fear you can't shake;
Where the whispers reside...

[and the
whispers,
whispers,
echo inside]
...

She stared down her demons - dead in the eyes;
So softly they murmured (such beautiful lies);
They taunted, declaring she must choose a side.
For in light and in darkness her soul did reside...

[deep in the dark, where her monsters would hide]

Behind the masking of dark she wore light;
Her demons - like shadows - were lost to the night.
Though deep in her heart (in a place born of fear),
The darkness would beckon, enticing her near.

In each ragged breath;
Caught between every sigh;
In each little death, where the whispers reside...

[where the
whispers,
whispers,
echo inside]

 

And she said she did know she was wicked of heart;
The monster within, recognized from the start.
And though she had witnessed, she never did fear;
The darkness that fell, as the whispers drew near...

They beckoned: she followed.
[down into the black]

There was nowhere to hide.
[there was no turning back]

For it was all in her mind, she no longer denied;
The whispers, whispers, that echoed inside...

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 Dark That Remains.

Deep in the darkness I hide;
Here in this silence await;
Apart from the sadness inside;
The melancholy that is my fate... 

Though I have tried to resist;
Try as I might to break free;
This darkness inside still exists;
It has been, shall always, be me... 

[sorrow, sorrow, deep in my soul...
I'm broken, I'm shattered, I'm made again whole.] 

And though I have tried to resist;
Though I have yearned to break free;
This darkness holds deep in my heart;
Forever and always, it's me...
 
Still deep in the darkness I find;
This solace and comfort inside;
For here in this void I can see;
It has been, shall always, be me...