we fear the cold blackness that night represents  and at dawn we watch the shadows flee the night  yet our pleasure is muted before life's final event  for we know that we face the eternal night  our fragile lives are pulled by the strings  of every impulse and desire  the cruel unknown may be the thing  that puts a cold blade to the wire    a crowded street with a thousand faces  may hold one with murder in his eyes  for death can hide in many different places  and shadows conceal the sharpest knives  at each corpse claimed by an act of violence  we think it's always "someone else"  but what if no-one else was sacrificed?  what if the victim was yourself?    contemplate your own morality  the curse that marks all of humanity  you can never know your final moment  but worse, you can never avoid it  we all are born just to perish  to loose all that we truly cherish  a life turned to ashes...  a life turned to ashes...