I've dug my own grave and theres no turning back,
a bed I've made but I refuse to sleep for the fear everything will crack.
I've been afraid of this darkness for so long,
mainly due to the fact it sucks everything up and spits it back terribly wrong.
It strikes its hardest when I wear my heart on my sleeve,
it devours me wholly when I start to believe.
This can explain my actions,
this can explain why my heart is warped and in fractions.
This isn't to institute excuses for the way I am,
its just a better way to try to rejuvenate myself of who I was before I became damned.