Macabre things make me smile Too much for me to be sane. Death arouses my inner child Escaping me from the mundane. Life is bitter while death is sweet As the shadows haunt me Down these now empty streets. But in death I am one With the night, Dark as pitch and black tones, Blue and violet bruises Burning bright on my soul. There were many times when even I Felt the hum drum judgement of god Thundering upon me through pale light, You would have thought I'd been robbed... In any case, if I should ever yell out in a rage Or cry profusely over all the pain, Bend down to my ear and Remind me there are better days.