I Write In The Dark

I write in the dark. Shadows on my wall, Enclose me and embrace me, As I try to sort the devils and the angels in my mind. I stab my heart, With pen and watch as crimson ink spills forth. The darkness backs away a little, recoiling from this berth... I do not stare at my reflection... I no longer am sure whether I like what I see... I do not monitor my direction... I just step forward and let things be... I've already been lost enough times in my life. I have been broken so that you can still see the cracks formed from this poor repair job. Nothing surprises me anymore... I do not hold this in favor... But another run of ill luck. I write in the dark... So that this thing that hunts me can no longer find me... And still it searches.