Why would he of soul,
blame me for my cold?
This is my nature,
it works for the immature.
I’ve seeked my place in the Universe,
but I’ve been nothing but a curse.
Never given a chance,
to rectify what I must.
Now I reside in the darkest of spirits,
for I will never step back from the living.
They say ‘beware the dark is creeping’,
I say BEWARE WE WILL BE EVEN.