Within Me

The darkness at bay I keep,

lantern in hand,

so that you will never know

or feel the horror from it which sips.

My rod,

constantly with me,

i wage war against it

and inside me buried

i keep it.

All the pain,

myself i carry,

as it slowly destroys me,

so that you may never have to know

what is disdain,

rather what is merry,

all the while

from within me

it slowly

but surely

kills me.