Desperate and distraught.
Unable to find anything once sought.
Turn to look in the face of fear,
It is only then that the blackness becomes clear.
There can be no difference between death and life,
Not when it can be decided with the slip of a knife.
Can there really be any state of humanity,
When all is based on insanity?
When all judgement is based on the blink of an eye?
When all judgement is swayed with a patronist's lie?
They have yet to comprehend,
That they will be their own end.
Stare into the blackness,
The impenetrable darkness.
They must learn before they teach.
There are points they've yet to reach.
The darkness decides, life or death,
With a whisper softer than a baby's breath.