Dark Times Poem by Michael Budwah

The roses are black, my mind is blank,
The half light half dark girl in the corner is lonely,
So I wonder towards her and she turns black like coal,
I step away, Far away, The light returns,
Little did I know the meaning of dark power,
Until I met the girl in the corner,
Not only did she show me nothing is true,
But everything is permitted,
So I committed myself to the cause,
Who are humans to decide life or death like a theo,
I'm writing from the perspective of my brothers,
The triangle symbolizing our power and control we have,
The eye representing everything we see, everything.