Where is the difference of light and dark?

Why do you fear whats lurking in the shadows?

When will you tell whats really in your heart?

Read this, and let your mind open a window,

into the damning realm of hell.

No one here will answer your cries,

nor will they ever hear your yells.

There won't be a tear shed if you die.

Your soul doesn't stand a chance to survive.

Deprived of all unworldly pleasure,

with every minute you're growing colder inside.

Nothing left in the world to treasure.

Blackness is what's left all around.

Lighting strikes, leaving glimpses of crimson red.

Do you even know if your standing on the ground?

Is there anything left for you to dread?

Feelings of suffering, sorrow, pain surrounds you.

Which of any of this is reality?

Every thing trying to suffocate you.

When are you going to see things clearly?

Look into a mirror, and tell me what do you see.

Are you surprise that you see me?

The one who you try to deny.