In utter darkness is when we finally see
The true person that dwells within
The false shells that we spend out whole lives perfecting
Brakes away and slips into absurdity
Morals we once held so dear, seems pointless in the end
The monsters that we had avoided, becomes our new found enemy
Forgotten demons rip new wounds into our slowly dying bodies
For the first time we see our own morality
Death's scythe is already to our necks
In the arrogance that we foolishly create
Drains the vitality from our failing forms
We forget out pride
And make our fears a silent cry
Feeding beasts that feast upon the hollow shells of the fallen
The scythe inches into our fragile necks
Sitting in the shadows, we rid ourselves of our masks
Allowing the old wounds to bleed, welcoming the pain
Ending the eternal numbness
We hold onto our regrets, and allow our success to die
We try to form meaning out of the ashes from our lives
The withering remnants of our soul starts to fade
Slice your precious neck
Surrender
Bleed
Die.