The veridian tongue rest lifeless in the bottom of the cage
Each thought wielding daggers, like jealously from the grave.
Green-blue are it’s depths, and in black-blue it will rest
Analyzing and striving to overcome life’s small jests.
If you hold onto past dusks they’ll grow dim and you’ll fall
Encompassing darkness and rejection of all
Find light within dark if you’re sinking into that pit
Light in the present, Form futures new fit
A life worth living, means to die each day
Dying to jealousy, gossip and hate
Dying to live for the pure love of life
Embracing the dark to live your future in light.