Wrote by Marcos Murilo Campos

Sometimes I feel the darkness near,

Whispering, catching dreams so dear.

Once alive, now turned to dust,

Moments of doubt reduced to rust.

But even when the light comes in,

Through the cracks upon the skin,

The darkness lingers, never fades,

Its shadowy veil forever sways.

I saw a candle in the room,

Its flame aglow, dispelling gloom,

And shadows danced upon the walls,

As sadness echoed down the halls.

And then I opened up my eyes,

To nothingness, devoid of skies,

A coldness coursing through my veins,

A deathly chill that still remains.