A poem I wrote in the dead of night

Darkness

Ink black hair falls across the face
Twisted heart calls out from a place
Of despair and desire, pleasure and pain
Where horror and sadness take the reign
In this dark hole she stands alone
Joy and sorrow cutting to the bone
Stripping away her sanity
Never allowing her to just be

Though other try, they do fail
Before this darkness they quail
For none is strong enough to care
To reach her when she is there
Not helping them out at all
She allows herself to fall
Cutting off all outside thought
Inside is where the battle is fought

Blocking off all ways back out
She still tries to scream and shout
Though the reason she is there
Is that she no longer cares
About herself in any way
Creature of night, fears the day
When often she can seem to blend
And often even seems to mend

But all that work is blown apart
As darkness controls the heart
Allowing only pain to rule
Making her seem the fool
For thinking she could best this curse
By speaking rhyme, quoting verse
But nothing touches the despair
And once again she does not care

One day she will have to choose
Which part of her is too lose
And in this choice shall lie her fate
Which path for her does wait
Each choice leads to a different pain
Each path leads to a different plain
Where in herself she is almost whole
Where she can at last, see her soul

One path leads down into the graves
One path her own life she saves
With one choice she leaves this earth
While the other is a rebirth
But which is the one that she claims
As her body and soul she maims
The one that leads her to rest in peace
Or the one where she lives with her beast.