Have you heard about it?
That heavy black substance?
When the heart is slit,
It grows in an instance.
Like a cancer inside of you,
Or an epidemic inside of a body,
It grows and spread, never know when it's due,
Till it killed somebody.
Thick as a fresh blood,
Slowly, it pumps the dying heart.
But don't be fooled nor be glad,
For wickedness, sadness and hatred, it imparts.
Always, all the time, be cautious,
Of the dark matter.
'Cause if it got you, it could kill you dead serious.