I cannot promise you a life of sunshine
I canot promise you an easy pathway that leads to love
But i can promise you all my heart's devotion
A smile to chase away your tears of sorrow
A love that dosent end
A hand to hold.

Charcoal, Darkness spreads over the rough paper, gliding gently with ease and care. It dances along the surface, creating patterns, textures, and lines. Its fatal motion, so smooth and graceful. I smudge the darkness, dispersing its sorrowful shadows into greys and whites. Drained of its colour yet so vivid with life.