Long ago

Surrounded by friends I sit alone
an ocean of force surrounds me
and yet seems to part around me
like soil does a stone

I can see the smiles, hear the laughs
and I think I can see through them
to the shadows that truly haunt them
then... then I see no one truly laughs

The darkness comes and consumes
corrupting all it touches
all powerful, all seeing, such is
the way of the dark as it presumes

I gave in long ago
I turned away and shut my door
I closed my eyes to sleep evermore
I was washed away . . . long . . . ago.