Not whole
Asphalt streets full of darkened holes
Darkened light poles  
No shadows
No patrols
Losing control
Covered in dark clothes
Taking life's blows
As it goes
It is closed
Time slows
Only the darkened knows
Smelling the dark rose
Living by the dark scrolls
The dark future exposed
Shows
When the dark side arose
There is nothing to suppose
The dark will not propose
To
The
Souls