The Darkest Sunshine It was you, my love, that was supposed to die Teardrops hanging in my eyes Quelled by the heat of fire's demise It was you, my love, that I wanted to die. Fires raging Thoughts so frustrating Burning holes In my parched soul Lovers crying The innocent dying Scarred by the pain Of aloneness and shame. It was you, my love, that was supposed to die But no longer can I cry Summer days and cold wintry nights It was you, my love, that I wanted to die. Nothing numbing Only succumbing Hoping in vain Because it's always the same Children laughing Evil crafting No sunlight comes in And the world is dim. It's you, my love, that was supposed to die No one's worthy; everyone's just shy Moon is clouded as the clouds rage by It's you, my love, that I wanted to die. by sebastian raaphorst (vorpal^), 1997