Senses drift differently in the darkness.
I’ve grovelled and called out but to no avail.
No one has heard my cries, no one but me.
And my senses though sharpened grow weary.
In the darkness, no one sees your grief.
The shadow will be kind enough to hide you.
But is it really out of its good heart?
No, the shadow is selfish that’s why it keeps you.
In the darkness you won’t see anything but nothing
There you will drown in worry that you are about to fall
So you stay in place and not move
You wait for someone to guide you out.
Misery thrive in the night
It allows you to mull over things previously forgotten
It reminds you the pangs of your mistakes
It relives the hate, the fear and the longing
Senses are strong in the darkness
Sorrow most of all.
they toiled hard and true
to bring the company through
but one day they said “Account is closing,
it’s ol’right, a new one we are composing”
then the others moved on first
we saw slowly our sad disperse
and communication we kept open
to keep to page what will happen
then one day the remaining were interviewed
the stage was set for an odd feud
for one will only be taken
we asked, “Are the others to be forsaken?”
we waited for a month or more
the suspense so painful we just had to bore
then they said the two can leave
the truth of the mistake we can’t conceive
they said that it is now over
the party can’t be lived forever
yes, oh yes it’s time to leave
the memories here stops to weave
you don’t understand you thought you were save
that was the advice to all they gave
we believed, oh yes we held on
to this conclusion we have drawn
and at the end all they say is sorry
and to the door they want you to hurry
for you, they learned have no place
they say “no more, no more space”
yes they were callous, they were mean,
to not protect you through this scene
you did good service and provided best
but the outcome and conclusion was a mess