The Darkness

It sometimes seems that I'm merely the host,
for a dark spirit that dreams me a ghost.

It sometimes seems that we're fighting for life,
one growing stronger at the point of a knife.

It sometimes seems that I'm glowing so bright,
only for the darkness to dim my bright light.

It sometimes seems that our fight is worth nothing,
but then I remember that a push turns to shoving.

It sometimes seems that I'm slowly flickering to a stop,
because of the life that leaves through a teardrop.

Sometimes I feel like I'm worth everything,
only for the darkness to suffocate my being.