Unfortunate Times

Unfortunate times have descended upon us, like wave after wave of the tide. A constant reminder that on the horizon is a fate from which we may not hide. Curving rays of once straight light. Ending reign of once dark night. Unfortunate times have descended upon us, like rays, endless rays of sunlight. It's a song that is ending, a branch that is bending from the weight and the age of its design. Curving rays of once straight light. Ending reign of once dark night. I'm alone right now, and the feelings gone. It's a curse to know when you're moving on.