Darkness paints a picture

Darkness paints a picture
While tears shed
Its brush strokes tell
Carefully worded lies
That capture the soul
And entraps the senses
Darkness paints a picture
While tears shed
It dips its brush
into people's hatred
And feeds its talent from
People's never ending agony
It paints with a narcissistic grin
While it steals the worlds innocence
It paints using the blood
Of great beings with great hearts
It steals joy and smiles
And laughs as people mourn after it passes
Darkness paints a picture
Of agony and blood shed
It paints with varying shades of red
When the darkness paints a picture
It draws you in to dwell among the dead
A guest never departing
Darkness has painted a pictures
And tears are shed
One of our beloved is now a guest
A guest to the clutches of death
And darkness moves on to paint again
And capture innocent souls
While tears still shed