Escape

I've shunned the light for years gone by
and hope do to so for many to come.
Pray the Lord my soul to breathe,
hope to Heaven my heart undone.
Can it be...
At last I'd end my misery.
The voice with in, the lies
telling me "A facade is what it is and will ever be"
Bitter reality, painful light is what it really is
and in the darkness i'd find my abode,
I'd nurture decadence and live the vile,
but at least I'd be free