Soft Black, Tastes Like Death

These days, we all obsess over one thing. Personal happiness.
The truth of the matter is that life sucks.
Deal with it, my dear friends. You can't change it.
A veil of Soft Black, it Tastes like Death.

A hopeless endeavor, happiness. It's a fact of life.
Face your fears to feel joy, or sorrow. It all depends on you.
Cover yourself to escape the cold feeling of terror.
A blanket of Soft Black, it Tastes like Death.

Fear and Bravery. Love and Hate.
They walk hand in hand, these polar opposites.
Life and Death. Pain and Numbness.
A feeling like Soft Black, and it Tastes like Death.