Darken the Light

As time goes on, I only get older.

They say as we age, we wise; for them they feel as if they are only getting younger

The spirit is becoming more free, and enlightened 

As for me, I am getting darker!

I can hear the soft moans of the night, only getting louder

My own spirit hallucinating and screaming with pleasure of the lost I have become

I am obedient, to who owns me. I am a property of the man, the hurt and the dark.

I see the stares from a distant, and from the foggy grave I wish I was there too.

As if you didn't look down on me from above, I'm only getting deeper.

My body is used up and old, not good for my age

I crave the touch of a soul that won't ever come because I won't allow it too.

And when everyone leaves again, I will be angry

But I will find new people to fill the void again..

To hurt me, to use me, to abuse me and then leave me again.