I creep into the darkness, it's where I belong.
Glistening shafts of light illuminate things long dead
How am I to know what lies ahead? And what is beyond?
In the depths of despair there is no sanctuary
This dark place romances my pain
It lusts for my anger, reaching through the bars of my cage
I study the dust and bones of things long since dead
And the voices grow louder inside my head
They whisper dark secrets, they consume all that was good
I have bridled the fear and unleashed the rage
I belong to the dark now, impure and broken
Smashed into a thousand icy shards
So fragile was my house of cards
Did it feel good? The blood on you hands?
Did it feel warm as you reached in and ripped it out?
My heart in your hands beating its last,
My wrists in these shackles, as I claw at the past.
credits
from The Spoken Word,
released January 31, 2013
Words: Ruth Archer and Rick Miller
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