they come in the eve of night

or even up your sleeve at daylight,

they have one mission,

and one mission only.

To destroy, take, or darken your soul

for that's their deadly role.

they take the art from your eyes

and replace it with darkness from the skies,

you ask them why,

and they just sigh

oh they just sigh in evil sigh.

they dig into your flesh, until they find your soul

as soon as they finally find it

they rip out your soul

eat it whole

and you're dead.

they said

you're still breathing but just artistically dead.

you're still living, but at the same time you're not.

you're still alive, but at the same time you just died.

she cried, and cried.

she no longer saw colours dancing

on the canvas of her mind.

she no longer felt the music flow

through her veins,

she only felt blood and pain.

harmonies no longer came out of her

mouth

only doubt, cries, and 'Why!'s

to the innocent skies.

**she was still alive, but at the same time she just died.