Downer

Come follow me, my pretty ones,
this torture's just a test,
it pushes,
and lands us here,
it moulds the very best.

Come follow me, you pretty ones,
let us write and paint and make,
and when this test is over, dears,
let us sleep on the bed of the lake.

Come follow, my pretty dears,
you've always been told that you're 'clever'
so why are you jobless, and broken and torn,
lay hung at the end of your tether?

I'll answer my dears but all in good time,
First let me tell you my name,
i'm, darkness that smothers and soils your days,
The doctors will say you're to blame.

I'm the infinite evil, creator's best friend,
The slump at the end of you're day,
and when the test is over, dear,
I'll silently take you away.