Darkness is in our eyes,
as it hides,
behind our lies,
but death will ever last,
so this will come fast,
as we know they are dead,
in the end,
of are mentally heads,
as we can see in our hands,
but we can only pretend,
that it was their dread,
of sadness of the crying sorrows,
which we had be come hollowed,
an we know life never last,
as nothings real in the past,
an things never last,
as there cast,
of death of the past,
wasn't that a blast,
of sadness an of darkness,
in terror or in lost,
or was this a lost cause,
that they die so young,
in our eyes,
from above
