Twenty five.
In the night
Colorless winds
Utter Silent
Treacheries upon
Midnight’s
Yearn—no,
Search for
Everlasting
Love
From all the wrong places.
Love from
Atrocious monsters,
Stalking in
The
Never ending abyss.
In the
Gut of evil,
Hell rules
The land.
And
Nevermore to
Dawn,
In the new age
Every soul
Nagging for their
Joyous sunlight
Only to receive a big
Yellow nothing.
End us our miseries, and
Drown us
In our
Trespasses.