to Whom the night lays falling
to Whom the night lays bare
to Whom the night's never calling
to Whom the night's never fair

Why not is it curiousity I feel
When rhytmic sound that I know real
Has beats coming from within its core
That can fill my soul like none before.

I tried to hear what it's potential is

Rose petals bend and fold
Dark patterns display the crease
Proving to others next to hold
Recover is not with ease