Darkness's

The darkness that surrounds us,

Feels as if we're hit by a bus.

We fear consequences, yet we try,

We fail, we're selective to burst out and cry.

It's not easy to achieve an aim,

Yet it's easy passing the blame.

As the sun is about to set,

We're greeted by the last glimmer of light

Holding our breaths, we wait.

We wait for the doom of night 

That promises to suck away all bright 

That's when we know, we gotta fight