The Darkness Returns

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Facing the darkness, the pain and cold travelling through the body, the soul taking me back to when I played alone when hell exists, the place my home I spend years, months, days wearing the mask trying to pretend there is no fear or pain
That I am happy, feel loved, nurtured at peace, strong, brave, carefree.
Masks are meant to protect not hide the anguish, the pain, suffering, hurt.
The struggle, the desire, the longing, want for a kind word, a gentle touch
The feeling of being wanted, needed, loved
Feelings that have been far from my soul so long, too long
They are barely echoes, the memories the times from long ago when I felt happy, loved, nurtured, strong, brave
Now I feel numb, cold, alone, afraid, weak
The darkness returns.
Facing the darkness, the pain and cold travelling through the body, the soul taking me back to when I played alone when hell exists, the place my home I spend years, months, days wearing the mask trying to pretend there is no fear or pain
That I am happy, feel loved, nurtured at peace, strong, brave, carefree.
Masks are meant to protect not hide the anguish, the pain, suffering, hurt.
The struggle, the desire, the longing, want for a kind word, a gentle touch
The feeling of being wanted, needed, loved
Feelings that have been far from my soul so long, too long
They are barely echoes, the memories the times from long ago when I felt happy, loved, nurtured, strong, brave
Now I feel numb, cold, alone, afraid, weak
The darkness returns.
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
Our team was blown away by this beautiful painting.