Bundled up in the warmth of sadness,
Familiar, kind friend holding my hands.
The window aloft, a daring chase,
Cold, shivering wind in it commands.

Lightly nudging upon my arm, the caress on my face,
Leaves blown inside, nature’s beckoning call
To live, how my mind seduced yet cannot taste,
Numb, your plea bears no witness at all.

Battled by choice and fate,
Never at a moment did I make.
Wind, your song is lost for my sake,
The grip tightens, my friend, fools’ dreams don’t wake.

You know nothing of the dark side that lays within,
Deep inside every layer of my skin.
You long to escape the torture of this system,
But we are all a player of this sin.

How does it feel chasing shadows,
Left behind the cold hands rot.
Running after that what your heart chose,
Never seeing those eyes full of your thought.

How does it feel consuming darkness,
Forgotten love has no waste.
Engulfed in bitter clouds of smoke, you remiss,
Never hearing that voice, oh so chaste.

How does it feel praising night,
Sold memories for stories, a fantasy told.
Slowly emptying the pain you could never fight,
Never tasting those lips laced gold.

How does it feel now living shadows,
Slipping through and between, frozen fingers weep.
Your tired feet, in disbelief, each time they rose,
Never feeling again the breath as we laid asleep.

Read all my words that I wrote,
And know every letter is another note.
In this song the human we evoke,
And this dark side is the grand cloak.