You walk down the alley.. The dark moon rising.. Fading embers from a blown out fire.. You can feel life forms in the darkness but can’t see a thing.. You try not to see and run away to freedom.
You trust they won’t harm.. The murderous rage.. Fading love from a long lost brotherhood.. You know you were one of them but the trust won’t last.. You try not to trust and beg for your life..
You ask for a little help.. No one cares.. Fading joy from the last of the golden hearts.. You can feel the shades of love through the cold but the feeling doesn’t stay.. You try not to ask and cry your heart out..
