Darkness creeping in the shadows, don't let them in. Shadows on my skin don't let them win. A constant battle against sin, I use the power of my pencil, sometimes my pen. Cast them out with light, positivity, its a possibility but when the sun goes down its hard for me to have peace and tranquility. The negativity creeps in my mind, negativity all the time, a constant battle as I wrestle with my thoughts, toss and turn all night. The enemy knows exactly when to strike, when its just right. A thought that is not my own, questions I don't want to ask, doubt I don't want...