Enemy Within

Late at night they come for me

In the shadows of darkness, so I don't foresee.

Lowered defenses, doubt distorts the facts

Kicks sand in my eyes, my progress stops in its tracks.

 

No black and white, only shades of grey

The tug of war tugging every possible way.

An endless loop of things I'd like to forget

A piercing scream from the voice of regret.

 

For every smile they steal a tear

For every strength they inflict a fear.

For every ray of light, forty days of night

For every move forward, another turn to the right.

 

I may be down, but not down and out

Might have lost some rounds but not the bout.

I may not have the anwsers, but I still got my will

You pesky little demons, your blood's about to spill.