When the darkness comes, I smile.
When the light shines through, I'm lost for a while.
Shadows fall and the cursed comes in.
For I have faded and withered thin.
Hope becomes a disease that kills real slow.
A pain I wish I could dismiss, one I wish to have never known.
Tomorrow; tomorrow–the day after today–will be better.
My soul will be blacker.
Dark lagoons will be deeper.
And I will always love her.
Forever, going under.