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.