Eternal Sundown IV

 

Dusk comes to life in the fourth year of her deafening silence.

Worry resonates within my mind-

a constant reminder of each dreadful second of my existence.

Darkness has sucked the light in,

creating a dome with an upholstery forged from the torment of my existence.

My muse is a Wanderer miles away from my heart;

She takes the form of a dreary wild card wrapped in dark magic.

To be loved by the devil is a gruesome addiction.