The Darkness

A darkness that surrounds us all,
Standing,
Watching,
Ten feet tall,
We never see it, only feel, The cold breath of an end.
An end to what i hear you say,
An end to summer, spring or shame?
No i say, An end to life,
Deaths cold hard grip on life,
A grip he has from the day we are born. Slowly creeping in,
We work, We eat, We sleep, All for happiness.
I cannot find a happy place,
Where pain and sadness do not reign,
Im Not happy, Nor am i sad,
But when the day comes,
If death cannot Grip my life and end it like i want,
Then i guess i will find new light, In all the things i loved.