by day then by night

A heart restrained by iron chains, its beat a palpatation away from death
Times passes us all by making us rot from the outside in.
As the once bright day begins to fade and the crecent moon rises high
The once plentiful hope becomes sparce, and we are left to fend for ourselfs
Day by day we gain insite into our truest self
We can no longer deny who we truly are, or hide behind the ficade we once built to protect ourself from the cruelest of adversaries
Yet to this day we drinketh the milk of the tainted spoon and find ourselfs overshadowed by guilt and regret
A sorrow build by the sins we have all commited
And when the sky does fall, and the hopeless run amok, it is they who question me if I too will flee
I SAY nay I will not, for I am not without fear, but it does not decide my actions in life.
My god is not vengeful, and neither am I, so I reach out the the cruelest around me and take their hand for they are in need the most.
I spread a light of guidance for the rest to follow