Everyday, I leave my living hell only to be returning;
every night, I feel empty and cry for the leave of my feeling that I'm burning.

Some days are okay and without feeling hollow;
but now, more often than not, I feel there's nothing left to follow.

I don't know why I always feel this way;
could it be the side effects of my uncureable disease or maybe I'm just my own valet to my inner gray.

I wish that it would go away, leave me alone, and leave my thoughts;
but they always return without fail, continuing to come much like my required painful insulin shots.

I feel myself falling slowly deeper, should I just give in and get my visit from the reaper?

I don't know who can save me, but there is one who gives me reason to fight;
he's my lover and he's my protective dark knight.

For I will stay loyally by his side;
for I believe we've been allied.

He's the only one that I truly...