As we are born
We are born with a promise
A promise of something un defeatable

The doctor's must say
"Death shall arrive for you one day."
So as we scramble amongst the face of the planet
Wondering what to do
What shall it matter for the only one who will see
Is you.

Our vigilance eyes peer at humanity
Other peoples vitality being vivacious
Our vitality being virtue but unseen
They see us for our uniqunes as a deceit
Instead of what it truely is,
Valorous.

As we are unable to disengage from reality
We conceal behind our masks of elate
Disguiseing our devourment and dreary unpleasantness

We,dark poets
Have nothing to help us but the pen in our hands
and the parchment in our laps
Leading our imaginations from reality
And forming our new vitality

As our minds are set free
We begin to see
That our vitality isn't so bad
If we peal away the clad
Of our forever bleeing hearts
And find our weakness.

We are forever real
Even when the coffin has sealed
We shall be confined
And yet we shall never be blind
To what life hold for the future generations
Of dark poets.