Within the black,
Drowned by yesterday,
You'll find the withered remains,
Of what was once a champion of hope

When the Sun shines,
Even the rain tends to wear a pleasant perfume
Deceiving you long enough
For the tendrils of hell
To break through the gates

You watch as the clouds grow ever darker
Ever denser
The rain turns acid
Your plans' warm smiles
Turn into cackles that blow your resolve away

Why,
Why is it always you?
The Sun shrugs lazily as it strolls off
A rainshower may do you good
It may destroy the stains that follow you

Destruction is an ally
A powerful one at that
It empowers and it sustains
And when you look away
Finally sensing survival
It rips out your life support

What is this?
A black robe ordained with knives?
Now nobody can touch you
Get near you
You've never been looked up to before
Look how wide the cackle is now
Look,
They fear you


Within the black,
Drowned by yesterday,
You'll find the withered remains,
Of what was once a champion of hope