Eternal Sundown I

 

My fingers bleed desperate poetry mapped out by the loneliness of my very thoughts.

Night hovers upon my shattered hopes;

a raging past looming like cast out demons outside hell's walls.

My soul seeks refuge amongst the dead in search of a spark to restore any slight feeling of remorse.

My existence has been survived by baseless hope.

Her hate constantly tosses my heart from sorrow to sorrow, and on certain occasions,

submerges it in fury's furnace.

The pleas of a once devoted lover are now wails of a distant heart.