Here we have our darkest souls
So broken, torn, and full of holes
Now filled with empty goals
Along with life it simply rolls
Here we hold our darkest heart
So hurt, burned, and torn apart
Once quite full of colorful art
It grew bitter and quite tart
Here we grasp our darkest mind
So bound, withheld, and confined
Then vibrant and amazingly kind
Now lies dead, broken, and blind
Here we walk our darkest being
So injured, tortured, and ever fleeing
Looking with eyes always unseeing
Searching for death so freeing
