I walk into the darkness and

     wrap myself in its love.

No one cares about me,

     no one understands.

Read my open heart,

     learn my secrets now.

Cut me open and spill me out,

     the monsters lurking all about.

Witches and demons of all shapes and sizes

     come along to collect their prizes.

To win this battle at all cost,

     cast the world into a modern holocaust.

God I pray these are just dreams,

     for now at my feet flow blood-filled streams.

Shall I surrender to the murderer's hand,

     storms of fire consume my land.

 

So it's horrible that I remember when these were written as 'between women'.  LOL  Well, I find that funny.  I'm thinking after 1997 but before 2001.  At least I think anyway.  I certainly remember what was going on at the time.  Very dark place, obviously, which was often dealt with by placing myself in various images or scenes.  It helped at the time.