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Becoming The Darkness

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SurvivingNights

Published: Feb 10, 2012

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Becoming The Darkness

I'm slipping
Hope is slowly falling away
It's coming
The shadows are consuming me

Please, relieve me of my guilty conscience
Because these memories haunt me to no end

Please, make me another one of the departed
Allow me to ascend from this lament
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My sorrowful heart has been forever weighing me down
But I still tried my very best to carry on
My lonesome soul kept corrupting me even more
So I was never really brave or strong

The birth to a new side of me has risen
One that harnessed the tragedies

The gift of a curse is what I have been given
I'm in control of my own insanity
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A tranquil calmness on the outside
I'm hesitating
A black storm rages on the inside
It's tempting

My eyes attempt to remain closed
While this inner chaos tries to take over

And these twisted thoughts grab hold
I am no longer my own oppressor
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I've transformed into my best nightmare
And also my very own worst enemy
Because the light within has disappeared
So I had to hopelessly abandon my own sense of mercy

This will be my last choice in life
So I have to embrace it

I will make this destiny mine
By finally becoming the darkness

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