Something, something, dark side

[Regn]

I wanted to add another (using 'dawn'), but got bored and called it quits.

I have this place inside, in which a hole resides;
An empty brooding waits to pull me in to none.
Where all that I hold dear is soon to disappear,
Not only stirs it fear- for that which will be gone-
A lust that once was weak has never felt so strong.
Now what ever have I done.

There is no turning back, my mind has turned so black,
Of loathsome deeds that brought me over to do wrong.
For all I reprehend, I find no way to mend,
A heart so close at end can never quite belong.
I realize that I am better off alone.
Why must this life go on.