Eventually everything will go
Dark
Because we can't hold ourselves
In parts
We can try to deny the simple
Fact
But it is hard to run when everything is
Black
To lose everything that you called
Yours
And fall with a shriek to the bloody
Floor
Hold the air that you can't
Breathe
And wish to die in a joyful
Dream
But we can't get what we always
Desire
So it is lit and corrupted with a
Fire
So when all to look at is
Me
What in the world do you expect to
See?
Someone trying to figure out who they
Are
Or someone walking nowhere in the
Dark?
