extra dark coffee

I see things clearly now like a monk doing a bow- down to a fallen angel All because his anger was too much to handle I can see the creatures of the dark coming forth, oh! Hark don’t come any closer, you’ll kill the light the one that’s shining with what little might it has left, all of it has been theft stolen and seized by the silhouette those who can’t see, hear or say anything like a doll being moved by the breeze- those silhouette play hide and seek among the trees of life that fuels the light one which is being taken away in my sight and it repeats and repeats, it just eats away at me and then i come full circle again… -yakaa: jujaa