Walking through
The ruins
Of who I might have been
Wondering
If there was a point
One place
One thing
I might have done differently
In my life could
That could have made
Everything alright
And I realize
There isn’t one
I was never
Not in ruins

We all have
Our demons
I just happen
To be my own
I don’t think this
Was always the case
Certainly not
My only one
But long enough
Walking
Through the dark
I started to think
(I started to know)
That the the dark
Is where I belong
And soon
Those demons
That tormented me
Seeped in
Until even
When standing in light
I can’t tell
Me from the dark