Hold my hand in the dark

quietly while my monsters talk.

let my demons rage,

your touch can calm my heart.

I can't help it when my mind wanders

through the crubly hallways of broken things.

I don't control when i lose myself,

but if you could let me travel

I will resurface from beneath the waves of solitude.

I will hurry back into your arms.

Sometimes the dark nights win.

They clutch my lungs too tight.

I forget to breathe

Sometimes I can fight them;

I battle until I'm bleeding.

My heart remains a heart.

But sometimes they steal my body,

and my fingers, or toes won't work.

Those nights,

I need you. 

I can't let you fight my wars.

I don't want you to try.

Just hold my hand quietly in the dark.