Mind Games
When dawn turns to dusk,
the moonlight shines through.
Clouds form barriers,
forcing the dimness upon us.
The thought of absence slowly blinds,
cutting our only true vision.
Erasing all fair thoughts without knowing,
the evil seekingly seeps in.
The naked trees dance,
blocking our only known path.
Our mouths screech desperately,
but the silence is too deafening.
The chill snips our bare skin,
our breath becomes cold.
The bitter taste of defeat,
bites all assured confidence.
For this we become lost,
permitting foul to be all in fair.
Our mind grows delicately weak,
allowing the darkness...
Become Us.