No guiding hand, no tethered light,
just endless dark, just endless night.
Yet in the black, I carve my name,
I rise, reborn, unbowed, untamed.
The world loves illusions,
soft lies wrapped in silk,
but I was born with teeth,
and hunger for something real.
The night does not lie.
It does not dress itself in pleasantries,
does not whisper sweet nothings.
It only offers silence - sharp, unbroken, real.
What is pain but a hammer's blow?
A shaping force, though cruelly slow.
What is fear but a hollow call?
A shadow cast by standing tall.
I've danced with demons, loved the fire,
Watched my mind walk to the pyre.
And yet, my soul, it did not break-
For in its flames, new shapes I make.
Let others hide, let others flee,
I am the storm, unchained, set free.
For suffering holds a hidden gift,
The hands that crush, the hands that lift.
To know the dark is to master the light,
To bend the pain, to rise and fight.
A life unscarred is a story half-told,
For strength is born where the brave are bold.
So strike me down, and I will stand,
With fire-wrought heart and unshaking hand.
I'll thank the darkness, I'll curse no more,
For suffering forged what I came here for.
The world is a stage of painted lies,
Where smiles betray what the heart denies.
They laugh, they cheer, they sing, they dance,
But all wear masks in this fleeting trance.
Beneath the surface, chaos churns,
The fire of truth - the soul it burns.
Yet few will look, and fewer will stay,
They turn from the truth and drift away.
Oh, human heart, why do you crave,
The chains of a life, safe yet enslaved.
To pain, you cling; to love, you're blind,
You curse the light, but peace you find.
If offered love, you choose the dust,
If offered truth, you turn to lust.
For comfort calls and lies invite,
A soul to sleep, to shun the fight.
But I will not wear the smiling face,
I'll break the mask, I'll leave the race.
Let truth be cold, let pain be real,
I choose to see, I choose to feel.
So let me walk where shadows dwell,
Where fire breaks, and darkness tells.
The tale of man - his fall, his rise,
The truth he hides, and the mask he ties.
For only in ruin can we rebuild,
And only through darkness is light fulfilled.
I walked where shadows call my name,
Where silence speaks, and none remain.
The world above, a fleeting lie,
Beneath, the truth - where I must die.
In depths unseen, I shed my skin,
Where madness speaks, and fires begin.
No mask to wear, no lie to tell,
Just me alone, this private hell.
They say the light will lead me home,
But I have learned to love the stone.
For in the dark, the weak are forged,
The wounds are deep, but truth is scored.
Let others flee to gilded shores,
I choose the place that scars restore.
The fire burns, it cuts, it breaks,
Yet in its heat, my soul awakes.
From chaos comes the quiet mind,
In sorrow's grip, the brave will find.
A strength unknown to timid hearts,
A fire born where darkness starts.
So let me fall where others fear,
For in the void, the path is clear.
I'll rise again, unbound, unchained,
By shadows taught, by pain unclaimed.
The world may call my madness sin,
But truth was lost, and I found it within.
For in the abyss, where few will go,
The seeds of power and wisdom grow.
To the void I go, and from it I rise -
For only in darkness can truth meet the eyes.
Sleep
Calls.
But.
You
Just
Won't.
SHUT
THE
FUCK
UP!!