It's eerily comforting, the suffocation of drowning in the dark,
Where you're accompanied by no one other than your demons.
They start to grow on you a little.
You were trying to push them away, at first,
But since you couldn't get rid of the damn voices,
Why not just get used to them?
Why not just settle in the dark?
The anger. The hopelessness; it's excruciating,
But why can't we ever drag ourselves out?
What keeps us there?
Why not just put a smile on your face and carry on?