There is a dark cloud coming down,
faster than ever before.
Its presence made known
to all around,
even before knocking on the door.
It’s a prison of sorts, for the innocents,
those who have lived it before.
It will take and take,
until one suffocates,
leaving to search for some more.
Hold tight as you crumble,
wait until there’s no more.
Watch every dream break,
all hope will be lost,
you know because you’ve lived it before.