The Darkness consumes the balloon like red rooms. It blooms in infamy, but the lie seems of symmetry.

The detestful nature. The creature that resides behind those cruel eyes The furious tears the life of spears The destruction of the condition.

It's mad and hollow, voices speak of piers. And dry tears And the lies sells you fears As it appears destitute. But not resolute it's a salute that rebukes the truth, Those eyes hide many lies.

In kind Voices They tell you the story That's full of glory till the clock is ticking and toking and Needle strikes...