Do What the Dark Does Best

I kneel on this dirt mound
While my dreams lie in ruins
No ones around 
I'm alone in the coldest black

I'm here to  do what the dark does best
When no one's around
Another night where I tear the madness
Form my chest
And offer it to the holy ground

It's a place in the woods between love and hate
With my words written in stone
It's an epitaph on this piece of dirt
Which I carved with my bones 

Here to bury the truth, come up with new lies
To do what the dark does best
And scream towards the sky
To hide my shame, pretend to be blessed
By someone I can't hear in this state of mind
I do what the dark does best so I'll stay blind