There are days, which grow more common, <br />When the Darkness claims it's own, <br />When the Ebonbeast within me <br />Bursts free to claim his throne. <br /> <br />Days when all things lose their savour, <br />When even joy seems doomed to fail, <br />When the night brings only darkness, <br />Hiding sadness far too well. <br /> <br />These are days which kill me slowly, <br />Which slowly leach my mind away, <br />Which rip my heart out through my ribcage, <br />Leave me lonely in this hell.<br /><br />Mark Earls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/visions-of-hell-part-ii/
