A New Night Falls

July 7, 2016

Ice, ice, water, snow.

Tell me things that I don't know.

Dark, dark, moon, sky.

Here I lived and here I'll die.

Yes. No. Out. In.

Tugging opposites, my sin.

Bruises blue, scars white,

I fight you with all my might.


You are heaven, dark and deep,

and for me, do not weep

nor call my soul to reap.

I refuse to fall asleep

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