Dark Humanities

To a dark place a person does not go,
Where the birds twitter and fly without Grace,
And the air smells and seeps of things untold,
Who leave no sign and hide without a trace.
It is a place where strutting danger lurks,
Testing the Truths and Lies of human kind,
Questioning all of our hidden hurts,
Without ever thinking it will not find,
The answers it believes to be seeking.
And a fury of loss causes madness,
As a sound echoes of heavy weeping,
And the empty heart realizes sadness,
For this being is not of flesh and bone,
So there is nothing, so it is alone.