Sometimes I can't help but run back to my darkness.

Where else can you turn to when your inner fire is fading. When every attempt you make to keep the flame lit feels more and more like a useless struggle.

Sometimes it feels like darkness is the harsh truth. And light nothing more than a beautiful, yet fleeting lie.

Sometimes my darkness feels more like light. Because sometimes I need a little darkness to remind me whats bright.

I guess I learned a long time ago not to be afraid when I'm out at night.

So sometimes I still run back to my darkness.

Because it's always been my first light.