Drown in laughter.
The sorrow overcomes.
Like a new tomorrow.
It never really comes.
Joke about the past.
And cry alone at night.
Pain can be freedom.
Freedom from the light.
Darkness will consume us.
Pain will love us.
Death becomes us.
Light returns, saves our soul.
Single out the dead.
Freedom from the null.
Destruction from the living.
The living win, yet the living die.
Death will wait, and wait.
But that new tomorrow never really comes...
