Dark Matter is forlorn
He has grown used to being alone
In the darkest nights
He still gets up putting up a fight
Hiding his true feelings behind a mask
He drinks a bottle of Jacks
He slowly drifts away like dark mist
Happiness is what he truly missed
He has grown to neutral space
His heart slowly dying but at a steady pace
He has been counting down days
Till the dark poison has reached its full potential
Dark Matter has fully grown used to being coldblooded
Hearing the demonic laughter of the cold hearted beauty
He slowly walks and vanishes into the dark mist
Rapidly becoming something he didn't wish to become
He is slowly done bleeding
He's slowly done healing
He's slowly done crying
He walks amongst us in the darkest hours
In the night
In the dark mist in the darkest nights.
He slowly walks keeping up with the fight against the dark love
The neutral space
The tunnel of darkness
The cold hearted beauty
The dark poison
The dark mask
Slowly growing away from the light
Into his dark ways once again.