Dark days too often come
And I, determined not to dwell, press on
My mind fights against the good it knows
Wielding deadly weapons
Thoughts and words, and dark creations
They swirl
These thoughts and horrors I could share
And I, determined not to dwell, press on
My weight and burden is mine alone
One day I hope they will see
Alas, I doubt
And, I press on
In the darkest of days