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I sit here in the dark slowly losing my sanity
What’s happening to me is considered myth by most of humanity
I know it’s quite real, it’s just hard to define
My soul is now tarnished, when once it used to shine
Soft whispers in the dark filling my head lies
I see nothing of worth when I look at myself through my own eyes
It doesn’t matter what others say, it all feels fake
I just want this to end, from this nightmare I want to wake
Each day more of my light is stolen
I once felt warmth, now I feel frozen
The demon’s mission is nearly completed
As I sit here alone feeling completely defeated
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