It slithered around my throat again,
Whispered sanity was a fallen reign,
It choked my throat and said it was back,
Cue the darkness, and fade to black...
...but in that darkness I will be reborn,
Find myself and no longer feel torn,
For what is darkness if not my soul,
In need of light, to radiate my self-control,
So stop that slithering around my throat,
I'll use my darkness as my antidote,
So how can you be outside of me,
If I unclench my hands, and realize I'm free.