Darkness clings to shadow
Because that is all it knows

Shadows cling to day
Because then is when they show

Roses spring from meaningless seeds of lust
Desguised as love

Ravens fly towards mischievous men
And hopeful women attract snowy doves

Cyanide blood flows
through crooked veins

Hateful clouds hover over
Rustic plains

Despite the feeling of hope and care

There is always the feeling of fear and despair

It eats away at our parchment skin,
Our hollow hearts,
Our cracked bones

We become empty,
Confused and alone
As we wither away,
Turn into dust,
Fade into darkness