For my own Good.

I locked myself up, in that place.
And bared the frightening nightmares.

The dark monster,
Devoured the given kindness.
And slowly, the thing inside,
That shouldn't be called a heart,
Went black.
Shivers froze me from the inside.

So on my own accord,
I've been traveling away.
To the shades.
Just to let the darkness feed,
But I stayed cold.

I feel that if I am dark enough,
That I can have less fear.
Of these troublesome nightmares.
That allowes the dark monster,
To show its hideous face.