The Thing That Shall Never Be
Black roses,
Blackest of nights.
Piercing the darness
With my immortal sight.
Searching for what was lost,
For what cannot be found.
For my dark gift
Has me nestled safe and sound.
No more brightness,
No more light.
My life was lost
On that dark and fateful night.
Now I seek to find
Some form of mortality,
Before I go too far
And fall into insanity.
For I want the light
To consume my very being,
But the darkness is too strong,
So that shall never be.
