How dark is the sky,
On moonlit eyes.
The fear to have and rationalize.
Corrupting me inside my form,
A demons tongue, forked and torn.
Shadows creep as maidens weep,
My own finality soon to keep.
As I digress and shun away,
The only thing I\'ve left to say.
When I am dead, forget my name,
As hallowed eve\'s are born in shame.
The years will pass, and pass alone.
The light once there, it never shone.
So brightly will I call to this,
the end of days that none shall miss.
When I am gone, forget my name.
This kingdom of rust remains the same.