Perpetual Blindness

Shadow of a stranger in a foggy night, Black smoke rising from the chimneys in winter, Dark alleyways of the city, with the bells tolling at midnight, The sinister feeling a lone traveler feels when travelling alone, Feeling eyes boring into his back, The melancholy one feels at his death bed, Bitter beetroot that turns your tongue stark-red, Cold biting razor, Smooth, flowing silk, Then comes the inevitable--- The perpetual darkness of death.