Mornings never seemed so dull;
The sun was in despair,clinging to the dark;
And the moon sang every night,
and the clouds stayed hidden,
and people were happy;an illusion so false.

And suddenly they were old and rotting,
as they read their lives' meaning they cried;
And twilight came,and it was soon.
Oxygen left the lungs and peace was seen;
So close,so bright;

Heaven was cold,and people faded away.
All alone,peace was far from there.
And those who lived longed to die,and they smoked,and they drank,and they ran and ran.

And eyes met;souls united;bodies fell;
Yet the dawn would never come.Such is hell.