Night
I have once been true to the night The jealous mistress who sunk her claws into me The hated woman standing in the bitter blue of the river From the wicked tubes of mindless delight To the blasting pains of horror’s last challenge I have once been true to the night I have been true to the darkness Running into the twilight Feeling the comfort it gave me A blind notion that matched The wicked nature within my soul To run and hide from pain and pleasure To embark on a journey of a thousand inches, nor miles far away. The night has been rare to true with me… For the night has always been there, Never changing, never faulting. The darkness filling the air about those branches Those creaking old arms swinging about sighingly in the wind Bringing footsteps of mud and grime within the oiled air And a complete out blacked of sight’s wondrous knowledge. The night has never changed… It has always just been the absence of the sun But held within the night Former pain and remembered escapes Tickle the now dormit branches Tattered trails And broken Dreams… Written April 11th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 03:30 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I have once been true to the night..."