Night

Night

Cold

Dark

and dead

May the beast

Within the darkness

Consume thy soul

For what is left

Has gone with

The cold October wind

And only emptiness

Remains

My heart

Bleeding black

As the sun fades

The world greys

And the tears fall

I crumble

And with the blade

I make

My final stand

And die

In the shadows

Which have become

My solace

And deathbed