An army is being made
Dead souls, crushed hopes
Our very minds they invade
They shout, they splutter, they slap red faced
Trying to suppress us

An army it is, in a way
Countless men, bereft of dreams
Nooses on our necks they belay
They glare, they sneer, they stare with disdain
Trying to suppress us

An army of the forlorn
Like switches, with two defaults
The *** of green turns them on
They follow the little antenna where plasures are born
Trying to suppress us

We think, we try, we hope
They follow, they attempt, and die
We are numbered, each death a loss
They keep coming, a stack of meat and a shield of flesh
And yet we survive
The very essence of humanity protecting our souls

Yes, you left.

but yet here remain? Innate and insurmountable.

If you shut out the windows of the heart
Pall of gloom will engulf every corner
Forever searching with weakened vision
Whom shall you rely on to find a path?
You are bereft of any companion
As you allow none to enter your seclusion
Denying the soul of light, withering away
Gradually pushing you into oblivion
As all your sense are misdirected in gloom
Even your shadow will be forgotten
If you wish to live in eternal state of darkness

Sometimes love is as real, as a mirage in a desert