Keeping Me Weak

how many times can
I speak of the dark
before it finally
chokes out my heart
if I make no advances
to move from this place
then this is where I
am doomed to forever remain

with razor sharp claws
it slices my soul
breaking my will
with violent control
the carnivorous dark
has it's teeth buried deep
spilling my blood
and keeping me weak

the vicious attack
seems never to end
inflicting wounds after wound
that I cannot mend
without enough time to
heal where I bleed
the dark has control
and is keeping me weak

an onslaught attack
forcing it's will
meaning me harm
and trying to kill
draining from me
the strength that I need
to stand up and fight
and heal where I bleed

without the will
to fight or to heal
the reality of death
becomes all to real
into the shadows
where the darkness holds me
myself is the one that
is keeping me weak