Love. So Dark, So Foul.

Life is grey, no colors anymore, and filled with sad.
No one cares, everything/one is bad.
Our world is, gone to hell it has.
I wish I could cope, but we all just have to hope.
Please send me to hell, for I, am just a shell.
Empty and cold. Our souls are black.
We're not proud, we don't smile, and we don't laugh.
But, our hearts still beat, beat to the sound.
The sound of love, so dark and foul.
It caused the roses to weep, and the angels to cry.
They cry for our solace, but none shall create it.
We laugh is our own insanity, as our hearts beat endless.
What's left of us, but love so dark and foul.