I became nothing but a shadow,
a blackened rose gone crisp,
in the ray’s of the burning sun.
A sender suit foreign from the fire,
in which it burns.
I a darkened being,
a black thorn sticking in your side.
I remind you of all you lack,
and mistakes you made year’s back.
I became your heartache,
death that widened your path.
Soon you’ll never want to look back,
for all that will be left is avoid of black.
Without darkness there’s no light, because for there to be light you need the dark so there will be space that can be illuminated.