An end of day, When all the shadows face away.
The blackened skies reflect a world that I despise.
The stars are met, the sun is set, the scenes of day collapse,
Faded with the crimson-tinted light,
What a pathetic excuse for humanity we’ve evolved to from this day.
Weakened limbs, unclaimed sins, such a reckless experience meant to fight through,
Making a mockery out of ourselves, creating excuses for what we do
And, then we die, and it all goes away.
..As soon as I saw this evil in style,
Maked behind my soul in denial,
I step back. Rest. There's nothing here to find.
What an untouched phase of life I've discovered.
So far away from the carelessness of everything in this life,
And the impurity of our Earth is just a memory, left behind,
Like an unavailing section in the mind,