I'm sick of always fighting the demons inside of me
These endless battles waged with wrath, begun in mutiny.
And as they fight, they lie to me, these demons in my head
But as I go, so I believe the bitter words they've said
The darkness tells me scarlet lies, but truth is ever there
Continues growing, taking over-I'm filled with fear at how I fare
Black is all around us as the tunnel light is gone
While the lightness in my laughter just perpetuates the con
Soul swept with grey; this little voice is my existence's bane
And I see the blackness crawling as I slowly turn insane.
Is that a light? A light I see? Have I begun to win?
Has the self-destructive voice forgiven me my sin?
If they're not gone, I will soon be - there's silence in my head...
I'm filled with dread - Are they all dead?
A flash of red-
"The time has come," the Walrus said.