Coal black attacks like razor knives,
And grips and rips your dreams good-bye.
It calls your name—oh countless lives
Have no known clue what myst’ries lie.
Your heart b-bump b-bumps with fear,
As sweat spills slow ice waterfalls.
You yelp for help, but no one near
Can hear the echoes of your calls.
You close your eyes and visualize,
A rampant, radiant world so nice;
But then you come to realize
The things which dreams cannot suffice.
And once again, your hopes decay
By fears that take your breath away.