Lost Grey and dark mark the coulds in the sky. Drawing in the wamth from the soul of all beneath them. Depression desending... Solitude and dullness mark the lives of those within this city. Taking with it all the happiness things could bring. Isolation sufficating... Longing and hunger mark the need never to be fullfilled. Emptying it of all joys a soul may bare. Starvation engulfing... Blindness and hardness mark drownding of the hope of all. Eating away into the darkness so deep. Discontent Rejoicing... Loss and morning mark the death of all you once knew. Coruping you into a grave of your own making. Darkness Winning... Shunning and hating mark the light and hands of any to help. Poisoning your heart till it rots. Evil overtaking... Coldness and silence mark the ending of a life in a soul unfeeling. Falling at last to the depths of what rends it. A soul lost. -D.Cook- (12/2002) 