Came to be in a place that is dark and desolate,
Because the light that materialized things faded,
Now its almost an abysmal pit of the ill fated,
Yet I still grab at the vines of renowned pestilence,
Stuck in an emotional pretense of feeling sedated,
Maybe....
            Just maybe....
                                If we hang....
                                       On long enough....
We'll eventually descend the same road,
       And
               Make
                          Our
                              ­   Way
                                         To
                                              Love
           ­                                             Again...