The gun lays on the nightstand on her side of the bed. He glances at it briefly. What is it doing there? He is alone tonight. It happens rarely and when it does it gets dark. The darkness is comforting. An old friend of sorts. Has it always been this way. Not exactly. He used to have a smile that was real. At one time there was substance to his gaze. Not now though. Darkness is here. It hugs him gently, calling him down into its void.

I sit in the cold darkness of my room
like I have many times before
since all happiness has left me
The darkness is all I have
The pure black hate that flows in my veins
All I want is the darkness
and I know how to get it
I know what happens when I get what I want
but I really don't care anymore
since all love has left me
I sit on my floor in the dimness
with a cold gun in my hands
music playing softly in the background
The gun promises me what I want
and I want it bad
I don't think I can live anymore
since all joy has left me
I am alone wherever I go

I wander through the darkness of my soul
fearing nothing is around but the gloom
I walk in search of the light
but yet I have found none
At times I see the light
far away towards the back of my conscience
I run towards it but it dies in the vast darkness
Since there is only the dark
I walk blindly through life
caring only for my quest of the light
Over the years I have grown used to the sin
and the evilness that hunts within my soul
and now I have lost interest in the light
and that scares me more then the dark
And now I have given birth to an immense struggle within my soul