afraid of what is to come
yet i seek out into the darkness
doubtful of what lays ahead
yet i barricaded my way into the void
what people call bravery, i deemed it as a necessity
for even if i were to lose the battle, i've already won the war
for who else would be the catalyst for me to venture out if it wasn’t me?
who else would look me in the eye and know my thoughts and demons if it wasn’t me?
to push is to shove, and maybe that’s the fall that i need to take
because in the end, the hand that reaches out from the void for me,