If the darkness’s divine,
Would white be the crime?
I wish there were some light for ME to shine,
upon this twisted sign.
Write in riddles and in rhymes
when speaking so, about past times.
To minds like yours.
So bright the light which brought you to,
Not wisdom, no, you have no clue?
It screams, it hauls, it tears at you.
The way you think is based on light,
Who’s deadly past shines oh so bright.
You look around but only see,
As much as the beam they hold.
Maybe you try and try at night,
To escape your deadly self.
Yet cry and cry i ...