Dark
my life is.

Dark
the sky is.

Dark
the Earth beneath my feet is.

Dark
is the mind of a stranger.

Dark
is a screech of a night owl.

Dark
is the future of this world.

Cold
is the wind outside.

Cold
is the whisper of the stars.

Cold
is the touch of Death.

Crooked
is the broken back.

Crooked
is the tree under my window.

Crooked
is the path ahead of me.

Empty
is a glass on my desk.

Empty
is the heart of a murderer.

Empty
is the gaze of a skull.

Fallen
is the angel.

Finished
is the summer.

Lost
are all hopes.

Light up a candle, will you?

Fear
is what I feel with my eyes closed.

Fear
is what I feel with my hands tied.

Fear
is what a kitten feels before drowning.

Pain
is the reward for suffering.

Pain
is the universal currency of life.

Pain
is what keeps me in this world.

Light up a candle, will you?