My Darkness Revealed

Part I

From Hell I have tread with a gift for you,
It is my heart, it is black and used.
I've seen pleasures of Heaven and treasures of Hell,
The only thing I have left are the stories I tell.

They are not enthralling nor well written,
Leaving a little to be desired, to say the least,
But at least I have slain the beast.

Part II

I walk this earth with a jagged breath,
A soul carved from sorrow, untouched by death.
The weight of my heart, a burden untold,
Its story written in ink, but left to grow cold.

With every step, I can feel it tear,
A piece of me lost, replaced with despair.
I offer it to you, wrapped in my pain—
A gift, if you will, from the ashes I’ve gained.

Part III

What is Hell, if not a reflection of me?
A mirror of anguish, a shadow set free.
I’ve danced in the flames, and I’ve drowned in the tears,
But still, I stand here, consumed by my fears.

You ask me why, and I answer with none,
For even my demons have nowhere to run.
Yet I carry on, walking through fire,
A soul burning slowly, but never to tire.

Part IV

The world is a cage, but it’s the only one I’ve known,
A kingdom of dust where I’ve lived alone.
The sky looks like ash, the stars never burn,
Each lesson learned, another scar earned.

I’ve been broken and remade, too many times,
Each crack a poem, each tear a rhyme.
But I still march forward, with death in my wake,
A warrior built from the choices I make.

Part V

Each step echoes louder than the last,
A drumbeat of pain, of a past long passed.
The chains I wear are of my own design,
Forged in the fires, locked in my mind.

I’ve worn my grief like a cloak too tight,
A shroud of sorrow that swallows the light.
But I’ll burn it away, piece by piece,
Until I am nothing, and yet, somehow, released.

Part VI

In the depths of my soul, a battle unfurls,
Where angels and demons clash in swirling worlds.
They tear at my heart, they claw at my mind,
Leaving me shattered, broken, and blind.

Part VII

I’ve walked through the fire, I’ve tasted the pain,
I’ve seen my own darkness, I’ve felt the rain.
But through it all, I’ve learned to fight,
To find the strength within the night.

Part VIII

I’ve learned that demons are not always what they seem,
They can be the shadows that haunt your every dream.
But they can also be the fire that burns within,
The strength that helps you rise and begin again.

Part IX

I’ve learned that scars are not always a sign of pain,
They can be the proof that you have overcome the rain.
They can be the symbol of your strength and your fight,
A reminder that you have survived the darkest night.

Part X

I’ve learned that Hell is not a place you go,
It’s a state of mind, a place you know.
It’s the darkness within, the pain you hold,
But it’s also the strength that makes you bold.

Part XI

For Hell cannot break what it cannot control,
And though it scars me, it makes me whole.
I’ll carry these wounds until the end of days,
For they are my truth, my war, my praise.

Part XII

The silence is loud, the night is long,
Yet here I remain, trying to be strong.
For every tear that’s ever been shed,
A thousand dreams have risen from the dead.

I’ll take what’s broken and make it whole,
A journey of pain, but also a goal.
To rise from the ashes, to walk through the fire,
To heal from the hurt and to reignite the desire.

Part XIII

I’ve learned that peace is a fickle friend,
And sometimes the battle will never end.
But each fight brings a lesson, each loss a gain,
For even in Hell, there’s beauty in pain.

I’ll carry my scars, I’ll wear them with pride,
For they are the proof that I survived the tide.
And when the storm is over, I’ll stand tall,
A soul reborn, having conquered it all.

And so, from Hell, I continue to rise,
A broken heart, a shattered disguise.
I’ve walked through the fire, I’ve danced with the flame,
And now I stand strong, no longer the same.

For I am not just the pain I have known,
I am the strength I have found, the seeds I’ve sown.
From Hell I have tread, but I am not undone,
For the greatest battles are the ones we’ve won.