I can see all, its all grey. I see darkness when i look through my tears of sadness. The dark is real, the blood all over. The darkness is here.
I hide from the dark, crying in pain with my hand over my heart. Pain, the unseen pain. No wound to show, indivisible to the eye of man. The pain that is only felt, its alive.
When the dark comes, will i see the truth? Will i see more than a man? I think not. The man is all i know.
Many have lost control of themselves and went after what the dark wants them to have. Now, it is my death.