You are a darkness that calls to darkness

A haven for ragged refugees

You are a punchline, you're a distraction

A sucking chest wound dying by degrees

Force yourself to move, but not too very fast

Too late to be first, too proud to be last

You are a darkness that calls to darkness

You are a hunger that feeds on all it sees

You are a symptom, another victim

A windblown scarecrow shaking with disease

There's not much future in this living in the past

Too late to be first, too proud to be last

The sun comes up like violence

And burns away your dreams

Your pillow smells like tears and sweat

And fear and smothered screams

Aren't you a punchline

A sucking chest wound

You are my darkness

We are the darkness

Here comes your darkness

Here comes your hunger

Here comes the darkness

The spell that I live under

You are a darkness that calls to darkness

Contend with monsters, surrender, and appease

You are as wretched as you are splendid

The answer to the question that's gnawing at me

The night dies, the day breaks dawn works its violence

Scream into your pillow and pretend that it's silence

Silence!

You are a darkness

You are a symptom

You are a darkness

My latest victim