wrestle with the darkness like its your greatest enemy
hang its harrowing unease upon the gallows
it'll take some lumberjack to carve through it
take me away, to a place where the pond sits still
eternally, rippling here and there like a nervous boy

recently, you've been my anchor, my light, my guide
only i've been deafened, as the sirens released my truest desires
separating the truth from fantasy, but this recollection, distinguishing
eons of thoughts from the knowledge of now, is unbearable at times