Darkest Days
by Stabbing Westward
(Note from Skye: I think this is how Doyle might feel every now and then when the full weight of working for Angel and the way he got the visions in the first place really hits him. Basically when he goes out for a drink after a hard day of demon slaying.)
Have I failed somehow or some way
Will the weight of today finally pull me down to drown
In the depths of despair
Where I am alone
Except for my rage
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
My rage
My pain
I hate my darkest days
My darkest days