The darkness calls to me. Her evil makes me weep.
I lay awake night after night, so I won‘t see her when I sleep.

The darkness waits for me. She continues to call my name.
If I enter now, will I ever be the same?

The darkness has many forms, but her soul is forever cold.
Can I overcome her grasp with my heart that’s painted gold?

I am getting closer now. I feel her pulling me in.
She knows what she does: she knows how to make a good man sin.

Darkness knows no limits. She swallows my body whole.
I feel nothing in the process. I now have nowhere to go.

As I enter the darkness, the fear creeps over me.
No one knows why I scream for help. Maybe they don’t care to see.

Further into her I walk. I begin to hear the voices.
Paranoia follows soon after. Am I running out of choices?

Walking a bit faster now, I need to think quick.
I still can’t believe I fell for her deception and all of her demonic tricks.

Her guardians are after me. My fear is their calling.
They weren’t going to wait for it: they don’t believe in stalling.

Running through this maze of darkness, I need to find a way out.
Now isn’t the time to cry. Now isn’t the time for doubt.

Screaming, running and crying: my only modes of defense.
The darkness watches me suffer. Is she in suspense?

The guardians grab me: they hold on to me tight.
I refuse to be taken away. I won’t go down without a fight.

Breaking free from my captors, I race towards the sun.
The sun turns a crimson red. The nightmare has just begun.

Looking for an exit, I frantically search for hope.
My captors are right behind me: how will I ever cope?

Stumbling over my own two feet, I fall to my knees.
I look up and see the face of darkness herself: and she looks quite pleased.

She grabs me by my neck and she begins to squeeze tight.
In my eyes this is wrong. In her eyes…this is right.

I begin to lose consciousness. I feel myself fading away.
I refuse to die in this place. I refuse to go out this way.

As I feel myself prepare to take my final breath
I look next to the darkness. Beside her is the figure of death.

He points to me and laughs. He knows my time is near.
Darkness has me where she wants me. This thought in my mind is clear.

Suddenly I’m shaken. The darkness around me breaks.
As she drops me to the ground, I use this moment as my chance to escape.

I run full speed. I keep my eyes forward, never looking back.
My death could have happened at anytime. Why would I look back at that?

The demons are after me still. Ahead of me a cliff is seen.
I am done hoping now. I am done with thinking clean.

I leap off the cliff. Who cares if I throw it all away?
There is nothing more to do. There is nothing more to say.

Halfway down into the abyss, I see a bright dot of light.
Does this mean my demise isn’t that far out of sight?

The dot is getting bigger by the second. Soon it engulfs me.
The pain is so intense: I can barely open my eyes and see.

I open my eyes slowly to see where I have landed.
Surely it’s somewhere safe. Hopefully I’m not being stranded.

I awaken in my room. I breathe a sigh of relief.
The nightmare is over. Darkness no longer brings me grief.

I lay there in my bed, thinking of my dream.
I don’t think I can easily shake the things that I have seen.

The battle is over, but I still fear my slumber tonight.
I know darkness will be waiting for me: she never let’s me out of her sight.

To you this may seem silly. Just another ‘desperate cry for help’.
You’ll see how real it is once you experience it yourself.