There decay wages wars in the mind
Needed, deliberate but burned black
Dark as obsidian or peak of midnight
Moments spent inside wicked thought
All dreams are now dead there inside
A world is aware, but it always hides
A mind can't contain what's wrought
By those who can't share their time
For they have all fallen as decayed
Seconds and hours spent scattered
Praying for more than a pittance
A hunger, and will ever more
