Little less than before

I see the light not far from here,

Tearing the darkness, it calls me out.

Away from dark, it's not my path.

Should I go? I'm left in doubt.

Dare I say I want to go, 

My heartbeat starts running on roll.

Dare I say I want to know,

My brain curses me to fall.

Still I make it all the way,

Right to the white lit path,

Path that leads away from dark,

To healing, to feeling, to city of stars.

My skin burns as I enter the sun,

And I can't take it, so I return.

Back to my comfortable pain,

Back to homeland of demons.

I look around for a place to hide,

But demon's den is all I find.

I enter with horror, the familiar cave,

Waiting for demons to come and play.

The game that we play, that leaves me worse.

The game that I know, is a blessing in curse.

So I play and I play, until I'm done,

Then I abandon them all and take a run.

Seeing my scars, biting my tongue,

I go out again to face the sun,

It burns again as I open the door,

But to my surprise, little less than before.