As I see you before me

                    I envision a black rose

                    a dark cloud

                    a somber mist

Your silence speaks

loudly indeed

of pain perhaps

                    Wounded by the past

                    a burden is the future

                    but time loses all meaning

In an effort to fill the void

the hole in our souls only widens

as our minds comprehend lethality

                    The art of darkness never fades