Darkness Has a Face

I have seen his face as he has mine.
He lurks in the shadows of my mind.
He has a voice, which speaks to me at night.
Battle thus rage on demons swift flight.

I seek only refuge, I search in vain for a simple peace.
He whispers in dark dreams; soon, oh soon all shall cease.
I cry, I resist, and call out in the blackness of the eternal night.
I see my past, and the coming day; I endeavor to make it right.

Cold now are his hands, fingers like ice.
Encasing my mind, life lived at a painful price.
No escape, nowhere to run, at every turn I see his face.
Corridors without end, swift, but silent is his pace.

Walls casting shadows and dark voices creeping in.
No escape, all hope is lost, I see his face and his name is sin.
Alive, but dead; destined to a torment that has no end.
A life without light, a darkness coming, coldness in the wind.

Roads of glass and stone pave the winding narrow way.
Voices from the forest scream in protest at the coming day.
I watch in silent horror as birds fall dead from the blood sky.
Ahead shadows softly creep, I see the face of darkness and cry.

With no hope for tomorrow and yesterday nothing but a dream.
I kiss my past goodbye; I forget the future and in the silence of nothing scream.
With darkness my destiny, I find comfort in that I have no name.
My road to happiness littered from the trash of yesterday’s shame.

Weep not for me for I have never been.
I came; I went and sadly traveled the road of sin.
Yes, darkness has a face and if you search yourself, you will find that you are he and he is me.

J. Allen Wilson ©
3/20/2019