Why The Sun Always Sets

As the radiant orb bringing light circles round,
Listen closely for darkness begun with a sound
That will ring, shimmer pure, and mislead you to think
That the light ever grows, and the sun doesn't sink.
Do not trust your deaf ears, for they lie to your heart.
Do not falter in hating all that which you start
Because all that begins must eventually end.
An existence of lies, paranoia, protects
Spirits weak from betrayal, a turning of fate.
When the sun flares it's brightest, the howl shall negate
All the calls of the birds in their beautiful song;
The unearthly call eerily rings ever long,
And with resonance great, it dismantles the wise,
Shatters souls of unwary who yet fantasize,
For the echoes of sorrow sound sweet in the sun,
But in rippl'ng finale the trills become screams,
As the blackest of ink swirls in clouds overhead,
And the ones not in pain are those already dead.

Never free from the knives that will dig ever deep,
Before pulling away to provide some relief,
But when glints of cold steel return cutting the scars
It is clear that the blades only left to grow sharp
On the face of the stone stained with iron and blood,
A remorseless creation born out of the mud
Of the earth, and that planet born out of the sun,
So the evil that plagues and the goodness are one;
This is why day and night always shift without end,
An existence of lies, paranoia, then death.