In the midnight hour through the shadows of my fears, lies the promise of tomorrow.
But the pain has locked me out.
I don't have a key to set me free.
I fight and scream to wake me from this dream, but all I hear is the echo of my once heard voice.
As the stillness of the eloquent silence holds me now.
I can’t escape this mental attraction, the fears are intense with intentions of holding me down.
I grow weak and powerless, while the drug like poison runs through my veins.
As the flame inside slowly fades, I fall deeper into a depression.
I think to myself am I dreaming?
My fears have found me, should I face them or let them overpower me?
I soon realize this isn’t a dream...
Fighting the forces that confined me for years has made itself known.
My conscience tells me to face what I can’t see.