bending , twisting without form
Not cut from a cloth, buy rather torn
Shifting shadows, hilted horns
A being lost, whom no one mourns

It takes us when we feel rage
When we depress and watch the days
when we cut our nose to spite our face
when we eat just for the taste

It's the darkness in us all
Trying to trip us so we fall
It exploits our every fault
It wants all alone and lost

To wander like it must
So hold fast to love not lust
Sow seeds of truth not distrust
Diffuse yourself, do not combust
Free your mind and live above