I am the sun scarred in the dark
I am mutiny and distrust
I am the powerful greed and sorrowful hatred
I am the ever lasting putrid lust
I am the wind that makes you turn
Away from the life to which you were born,
I am the pride you seek to retain
The rain of standing which you struggle to keep unstrained,
The quilt of fake colors that you wish to keep un-torn
I am the form of your light
The void of your core
The loss of heart and joyous wings
I am the fall which you can never absorb
I am the pain and shock,
The doors clearly open
The ones you always vote to knock
I am the hatred and the seething
The burning red flag of deceiving
The jerk of all trades
The head of life's parade
I am the colorful numbness
The beautiful vixen
The handsome stud
The lost commitment
And the drunken faith
Though everything as it seems to be
Seeming not to be what we truly see
Positively we continue scathing, scratching
And in our own blood bathing, attempt the unmasking
Yet the answer to who I am is clear
In a sense it can be considered a bleak insanity
The truth still remains at the end of the road
I am the darkness of humanity

