Blackened

Dark skys feel the one joyous world around.
Death of the soul feels the man.
A wide spread of posion and paralysis.
dropping to his knees from the shattered bones.
Poisions and plagues chock the young man.

Streets filled with death and destruction.
Men, women, and children dying from the punishments.
Dying by sword, magic, and plague.
All life being sucked from this city.
Buildings fall and society crumbles.
The horns of war sounds.

Although this is no usual war.
There is no physical combantant.
This war is within the man.
The destruction is the thought of the dying man.
His reason of living is becoming of dying.

Blackens his heart does so deeply.
Blood rushes out so steeply.
Bone break so easily.
Lives end so quickly.
But death is slow and meaningly.

Blackend the heart does.