When the darkness fights the light
And the sun feels betrayed
The cascade of bright merging streams
All is not what it seems
The truth screams
The story of the vultures is apparent to all
Only those that fight till the end stand tall.
The darkness does not discriminate
Knows only itself and does not hate
For all it knows is the lack of light
No one near, no soul in sight
The view is limited, but the insight runs deep
Stays till death with those that believe
Darkness is home, comfort, delight
The dreamless sleep
The silent night.
For gone are the days when people looted in the dark
Now the light is corrupted, the contrast is stark
Crimson red flows through rivers in the noon
Cold hearted knife in the month of june
And all will be quiet and dead soon.
Those that are fair, discriminate
Burnt to the core, with contempt and hate
Nothing is what it seems
Those feigning victimhood are the real demons
So, I hold the fort alone but strong
Burning out than fading away
Nothing stays for long.
And thus I prey on the sharks
Sans light and apart
Standing in the dark