The best of men,
can change their ways.
Even lucifer,
Was once an angel.

The best thing about darkness
Is that it isn't really heartless
We unluckily perceive it by
These lies used to conceal it
And in a world full of light
We're taught to avoid the
Oh so Shadowing night
And despite its best intentions
It's left untouched and never
Mentioned.
It loves us all to death
But to death is how we see it.
We think it's something brutal
But it's really nothing crude at all
It's warming
It covers up the pain
and hides ours sorrows all away,
And yet we sit here
and frown upon it another day
Not truly realizing all the ways it's helped us.
Or the ways that it protects us.
Just the ways it scares us.

Euphonious abnormalities
slip past our ears unheard,
while we swim in the
cacophonous issues that
this world drowns us in

Seven strong stones stand,
supporting the silver senate office.
Six of which sit silently,
while the solemn seventh sings.
It sings a song of sadness,
in the form of shrieks and sobs,
while the other six stand shocked
of the shaky sevenths song.

We work all our lives
when all we have before us
is a lemmings fate

Even caged birds fly
within their limitations
laughing at defeat

Water will erode
The stones that we lean upon
good thing we can swim