Darkness beckons to her, its long reaching fingers
touching her to her very soul
its the darkness to which she may not surrender
no matter how much sweeter the prospect

darkness invites her to come, and rest
darkness promises her to eternal, blissful rest
it assures her that her troubles will be left behind
no more pain to be felt, no more ties to bind

darkness, the sweet, eternal friend
when in fact it would be her final brutal end
the temptation to give in, to giver over to the darkness
is always present, as her life is in a constant mess

she feels she is drowning in the light
no one sees her, no one hears her plight
its ignorant bliss she wishes for, craves
yet she faces each day anew and always braves

the elements of her life, the constant beaten path
she seems to follow from day to grueling day
she wishes for a warm welcoming hearth
but she always, always seems to lose her way

she is lost, will she ever be found?
Will she ever again hear that sweet promising sound
of the light that is meant to have and hold
yet for her is carries the odor of the dank and cold

the light fades daily, hence the pending darkness
its the darkness that always theses days prevails
and she is sinking, sinking, sinking down, down
further away from this light, for the darkness prevails

Darkness of mind, darkness of soul
that which claims both the young and the very old
darkness you claim to be an ally, a friend
why then do you only bring about, her impending end?