i don't know.
where my life went.
but now i am dead.
my life was spent.

i put on my dress.
as green as envy.
my skin covering hate.
with witch my heart was heavy.

my lips.
red like lust.
i wore the seven sins that night.
thinking. **** i must.

her eyes shone.
full of greed and gluttony.
that her jewels gladly portrayed.
hidden there a mutiny.

her hair done up.
in a way.
that showed sloth.
its fashion lazy.

she walked.
every step full of pride.  
that was misplaced.
she didn't try to hide.

she let out her wrath.
and danced on satans floor.
dancing with the devil.
unable to stop her feet ****** and sore.

for one dance with the devil.
on his own dance floor.
her soul long gone.
the song forever more.

a cloak of the night.
covered in stars.
a crown of the moon.
gems red as mars.

skin as black.
as the night sky.
radiant like Venus.
and black wings that will fly.

her cloak stretched.
far out behind her.
covering the sun.
that would soon blind her.

far does she fly.
into the day.
making it night.
as she goes on her way.

her brother the day.
does lay down to rest.
a pillow of light.
a bright sunny nest.

she tucks him in.
with the cloak of her night.
back to her journey.
she enters her flight.

she is the elder.
over the sun.
for the beginning was black.
in terms of light there was none.

she was the start.
and she'll be the end.
the dark needs no source.
but to death the sun she'll send.

she is like a vampire.
diving in on the day.
covering the light.
taking it away.

In it's depths of mystery.
What does the future hold.
Long away from now.
In stories yet untold.

What we see in movies.
And on tv today.
May not be what happens.
In times still far away.

Zombies and monsters.
May forever be fake.
For the future.
Is what humans make.

We may die out.
Years from now.
Or we could travel through space.
Though we don't know how.

But the future is far.
And time long.
We don't last forever.
But time will go on.

What is life.
So many would ask.
What is the object.
Behind the mask.

Some see the good.
Like rainbows and sun.
A joyous thing.
In which we run.

Some see the bad.
Like pain and tears.
Afraid to live.
Because of their fears.

What do I think.
I'll tell you my dear.
Death comes to all.
Our time is short here.

Life has no meaning.
It's to quick to sever.
Death is what matters.
It lasts forever.

Do you know.
What torment means.
Is it the sad song.
That darkness sings.

A mournful tune.
To witch the words are long gone.
A shallow feeling.
A depressing song.

Is it empty.
Like a black hole.
Like a deep dark trench.
That will never be full.

Is it pain.
Like a rupturing heart.
Or a poor vein.
Popped with a sharp dart.

A tightening in your chest.
Like your heart had stopped.
Does torment feel.
Like being dropped.

Can you see torment.
In the eyes of man.
Slowly burning.
Like food in a pan.

Is it blood running.
Running from your neck.
When from your dead body.
The bird does peck.

What does torment.
Mean to you.
You'll never know my meaning.
Until you've seen what I've been through.

Drip, drip.
The lovely red.
Drips from the veins.
Inside of your head.

Drip, drop, drip, drop.
I think your dead.
So much blood.
The pretty red.

Onto the concrete.
Blood stains on the walls.
Drip, drop, drip, drop.
Heard in empty halls.

The pleasant drip.
As your heart stops.
Like rose petals on snow.
Such lovely red drops.

Blood let's us live.
Blood also can ****.
It delivers the poison.
Brought in by the pill.

Dripping, dripping.
None left inside.
Without anymore blood.
Your carcass is dried.

Hope is like a rose.
Made of green.
A small little bud.
At first unseen.

It grows and grows.
And blooms at the head.
A beautiful flower.
Of burning bright red.

The petals like silk.
Red like fire.
Inviting to all.
As it grows on it's pyre.

Then the petals fade.
They dry and they fall.
Cold nights roll in.
They die at winters call.

A rose is like hope.
Growing from nothing.
Making it self known.
Wanting to be something.

Then it withers away.
And crumbles and dies.
Hope is no more.
Into the wind the dust flys.