People are weak, we hurt, we bleed,
People are fragile, we break and we cry,
People are embarrassed.

Embarrassed to accept morality and her worth,
We leave dignity at the door,
Leaving it ajar for deception to creep in.

And in that darkness when we seek a light,
As the last flames of melted candles extinguish,
letting black fill the void.

In that darkness we may learn that light is right.
But people are weak, we hurt, we bleed
People are scared, we pierce and we scream.

Scream, to no avail as no one hears your sobs in the black,
For silence deafens all to the numbness of suffering.
People are weak, we hurt, we die...