Within Me

Within Me Trapped within, a tempest roars, Where demons dance and anguish pours, In the haunted halls of my soul's estate, Dwells a darkness deep, where love and hate await. Restless whispers haunt my nights, As looming shadows creep by candlelight. No solace found in solitude’s embrace, My heart’s dark chambers, devoid of grace. Born in the chill of midnight's breath, Spectral ink stains, a story of death. Amidst the oppressive gloom, a black rose unfolds, A bloom of despair, and desires untold. With fervor, I ignite the garden I've sown, Where thorns entwine and pain is shown. Yet beneath the ashes, a spark remains, A yearning for absolution in silent refrains. I drown my sorrows in spirits' fire, Yet they fuel the flames of my woes of dire. Lost in the abyss, where guilt does thrive, Selfishly, my blood is let, just to feel alive. My soul lies numb, no solace near, Dark and cold, consumed by fear. Forgiveness, love, mere echoes in the dark, Tattered wings, broken halos, a shattered ark. Within, the seeds of anger and angst, Dark, demonic powers of strength. Retribution and vengeance, tales no more, A path to peace, a distant shore. In life's crucible, love and hate entwine, Damned forever, by fate's cruel design. Yet in the silence, a dove's cry resounds, Hope and despair, a dark pall on the battleground Locked within this labyrinth of despair, I seek redemption in the midnight air. For though the tempest may rage and roar, A devilish raven taps at my heart's door. -Edward