When The Darkness Falls

It’s colder now and seems somehow

more empty than before.

I wish I’d known the future then,

and what it held in store.

No longer is there will of heart

to venture form these walls,

and so I sit alone inside…

when the darkness falls.

 

Each stone hand crafted for the cause

to block away the pain.

The mortar mixed to guarantee

no feeling will remain.

A mist enshrouds the inner grounds,

with siren’s voice it calls.

To comfort as I drift within…

when the darkness falls.

 

A subtle shift and weightless drift

are all that’s left to feel.

No sign of any signs of life,

no sense of what is real.

Just drifting, drifting ever on

down never-ending halls.

Forever locked inside my head…

when the darkness falls.