Staring deep into the Shroud, there is nothing but blackness.
No others around, just a resonating sadness.
Leaving itself behind, the soul begins to wander.
Seeking out dreams that may be and great places of wonder.
Crossing paths with the desensitized,
Closed hearts and Gated minds, possessed by those so Jaded.
Somber souls sunken with fear, question how some can be so hated.
Nothing but your mind is dear,
yet it is so swiftly Gated.