Daggers in the Darkness
Daggers In the Darkness
Daggers are being thrown at my heart,
What should I do,
Oh what should I do?
Should I keep dodging?
Or
Should I let them hit their target?
The light is finally gone,
In this cold heart of mine,
Darkness is my new friend I see,
It consumes and breathes in my anger,
and breathes out despair.
Why is he allowing the daggers to be thrown?
Why did he have to bring back the old friend,
I tried to get rid of?
I get he did it for the good,
But why yesterday?
Why not Friday,
If it was Friday then I could give into the darkness
Not be a faker of light.
If I would dagger thrown at my heart,
I would have plunged it in myself,
So that I could stay with it and finally rest in peace.
