I traverse this darkness,

On a path, all my own,

Through life, we have death,

And through darkness, light

This wicked homeostasis,

Is fragile, and will break,

And the dark will consume,

And death will follow,

Then there is no cease of sorrow,

And no sanity to borrow,

And I’m left, standing hollow,

And fearing tomorrow,

For worse outweighs better,

And crimson cheeks become wetter,

As I’m lowered through the darkness,

To the grave.