Tortured Genius

When day light falls into the dark,
And death creeps from behind its perch,
When paths of green grow brown with decay,
And lives full of love fall into hate.
When days of fury grow red with pain,
And things run away from that which they are scared,
When night brings fears of boogie men,
And creatures of night.
When the fear we fear is the fear of all fears,
The fear of death,
The fear of devastation,
The fear of nevermore,
The fear of ending.