Nocturnal tempest

Ever lost within the dark and dreary night where shadows become the beacon of light eternal that only beacons the infernal wisdom of the nocturnal. Walking without sleep talking through a dream to gleam and keep as everything seen before is ever more before I awake.

If magical wisdom conforms these thoughts imprisoned memories sworn into the shadow of doubt as the minds contrivance is a battle to remember lost realty that found common ground through the last glass that bourbon whiskey ever drowned. 

Of these soliloquy night's that invite any light though dim with each glass he passes within the one who becames the shadow of my sin. Demons imprisoned within the minds deepest confines through the belly of the beast they become realest.

As a writer's poison is but poised by the soliloquy noise of the dim lit darkness so heartless he becomes so thoughtful through the mind so awful but unlawful confined. Freedom lost by design for a paradise at any cost is a muse defined. 

The soft scent of crisp Monte Cristo ever went to ashes when the minds heart clashes. Thoughts of seeming wisdom plots the meaning of love lost to love. To create new dreams like a painter onto paper words slur a new poem told through the minds Totem pole created.

Love of the music in which lonely hearts create but only destined for the loveless fate that awaits it's creator. If being tempted is seeing the temptation through the penance so patient the longing heart becomes to only cope through memories that hinder the lost hope.

If pain eases over time let the faith heal the pondering mind. Keeping all emotions in thought to reflect and the memories held closest to recollect the journey of love through its neverending story and to begin another day with the glory of loves eternal eternity.

As these thoughts become the bitter torment by the notions so easily forgot. Time remaining in knowing all pain to its cost of love lost to time depleted as time seeking day but ever following the night eternal hopelessness has its curse through the thirst of formidable bliss.

Without flaw the night of eternal darkness is a needless fight. To surrender all loveless perils is to render the soliloquy thoughts as the flawless solitude is but self viewed. 

By the thoughts of loneliness that tempered the bridle hearts temperance when the soliloquy mind counts the endless feats by design another night without day all nocturnal tempests greet each bitter days end that end in repeat.