Cindy

Borrowed by darkness

I’m living under control

In a body that isn’t mine

Given a role

By something I can’t define

I’m being borrowed by darkness

Returned beyond repair

Yet somehow

I’m paying the fine

And it calls the deal fair

I may be a coward

For I can’t fight it back

It has proven its strength

By one single crack

I may be a coward

But don’t call me servile

I am way beyond that

I won’t kneel upon your vile

Call me weak

Call me lame

But don’t misuse the rights

Of all your fame

You may be winning, darkness

And I may have fallen

Once, twice,

Probably a hundred times

But each scar that marks my fight

And every wail of throbbing pain

Will hold upon the darkness

Of each and every night

And will deform

Every speck of hidden light