we fear the cold blackness that night represents and at dawn we watch the shadows flee the night yet our pleasure is muted before life's final event for we know that we face the eternal night our fragile lives are pulled by the strings of every impulse and desire the cruel unknown may be the thing that puts a cold blade to the wire
a crowded street with a thousand faces may hold one with murder in his eyes for death can hide in many different places and shadows conceal the sharpest knives at each corpse claimed by an act of violence we think it's always "someone else" but what if no-one else was sacrificed? what if the victim was yourself?
contemplate your own morality the curse that marks all of humanity you can never know your final moment but worse, you can never avoid it we all are born just to perish to loose all that we truly cherish a life turned to ashes... a life turned to ashes...