No Hope For Humanity

Tell me, dear

Tell me, dear
Is it true?
That if one side is black
The other blue,
That it cannot crack
Half side through.

Tell me, dear
Is it real?
The blackened guilt
That I feel,
Is it truly my
Burden to deal?

Tell me, dear
For I'm not sure,
Will time come
With a cure?
Will I see the sun
Once more?

I tell you dear,
With what I say true,
With all my blood
Turned sickly blue.
I cross my stone
Swear on my tomb,
I swear it in
This cold, empty room.
To tell you that
And still some more,
You were my smile
You were my core.