Broken dreams and shrill words are the marks of this world. Shattered thoughts, and twisted minds, are things we all do find.
We seek escape from this hellish place, wish to run and turn our face. But there is no running, no hiding here, from the things we truly fear.
The darkness that creeps within, it whispers louder than any din. Will there ever be an end?
Away from it we want to go, anywhere as long as it’s not in tow. Yet always it stays and makes us mourn, for from our hearts is it born.
Silent screams and desperate pleas, only for it to let us be. It laughs and mocks twists and squirms, and makes us for its bidding yearn.
Do the deeds, play our part. Perhaps then it shall depart. Scream and rage, like beasts in a cage. As it slowly drives us insane.
The darkness that creeps within, it whispers louder than any din. Will there ever be an end?
The madness drawing ever nearer, the dark shapes become ever clearer, as we go down to the abyss. And discover the hell inside our hearts, and sit alone within the dark.
No one knows, we hide it well. With a smile we say all is swell. Keeping to ourselves the truth of our plight. For it has no end ever in sight.
The darkness that creeps within, it whispers louder than any din. Will there ever be an end?
RedRavenPoems 
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