Unknowing, unaware. Doesn't see, so it doesn't care. Hanging up - Just like the bones, Limp and lifeless and no one knows. By the neck, the hanger holds; Touched by the dark and growing cold. The beauty gone, the color faded; The fight is over, the survivor gave in. Cursed by the mind, tainted by darkness, Victim of everything, eyes dull and spark-less. Nothing left, the coffin closes. The door shuts early On the Pink Sweater's Closet.