Morbid Shape in Black

What lurks as the pesticides spray evil's dust,
 Killing life's roses so red?
 Hooded, defeated, as a cloak hides a name
 Making my mind demented
 It seems to be living, but yet it looks ill
 Not moving onward with time
 As dawn brings new day, eroding away
 The sunlight now shelters my find
 Believe, but can I trust my eyes to see?
 To see, the unexplained in front of me
 To me, this other side I must believe
 Believe, that hell is now a part of me
 Exhausted, I speak to all with an ear
 My story, this vision unseen
 I tell of this shape, appearing in black
 But no one wants to believe
 But they will believe
 I live with that day, as only I can
 I laugh, but only to hide
 This inner fear, that something's out there
 Just haunting forever inside
 And time goes on...
 Why did I see? Do you believe?
 The highway was dead, my mind was all alone
 The grasp of the dawn surrounded me
 A tunnel was dug, direct into fright
 Leaving me hooked, into death's own eyes
 Hooded shapes float above misplaced
 The time frame the flowers are dead
 So many ways, to justify and place
 Thoughts occuring and conceived
 And time goes on...
 Morbid shape in black!