Waiting...Night

The Ways of Night

It was a cold and bloody dread

That had severed my soul

Prayer was how I coped

Talked to the distant with spirits I couldn't touch

I couldn't hold them, but I could taste them,

Pushed back space

They made walls bleed roses

Not human

I was alive, and awake

They were my demons, but, hell, it was my haven

I've become cold

Like their eyes

I struggled to love and exercise

Love’s action was closed and in disguise.

However, my road was clear

The specter that led, is no sign, 

He was what I fear

The faces it embraced were Satan and mine.

In the end, they left me…Broken

Alone, Longing, and Dead

“Leave! I don’t want you” It left and I was fine

My crowds of affection out-shined the dead light of my addiction

He was only a ghost that grew restless at each night

Ate away my idols, I was blinded, by his smell and by his sight

Those were my nights, of when the ghost intervened

I was awake because He was the one...who I feared.