What lurks as the pesticides spray evil's dust, Killing life's roses so red? Hooded, defeated, as a cloak hides a name Making my mind demented It seems to be living, but yet it looks ill Not moving onward with time As dawn brings new day, eroding away The sunlight now shelters my find Believe, but can I trust my eyes to see? To see, the unexplained in front of me To me, this other side I must believe Believe, that hell is now a part of me Exhausted, I speak to all with an ear My story, this vision unseen I tell of this shape, appearing in black But no one wants to believe But they will believe I live with that day, as only I can I laugh, but only to hide This inner fear, that something's out there Just haunting forever inside And time goes on... Why did I see? Do you believe? The highway was dead, my mind was all alone The grasp of the dawn surrounded me A tunnel was dug, direct into fright Leaving me hooked, into death's own eyes Hooded shapes float above misplaced The time frame the flowers are dead So many ways, to justify and place Thoughts occuring and conceived And time goes on... Morbid shape in black!