The hollow night awakens
As I breathe the monochrome.
It will all be over soon I say,
All I need to do is have the will
To wait for only a little while,
The morning will surely come.
But I wonder, Will it be my last?
Will my heart be frozen in time?
There is nothing to cut this silence.
All which surrounds me is as dull
As the edge of the overused blade of life.
The horror thickens as even the last
Piece of whiteness turns to black.
I feel as though I'm drowning in mud,
It fills my lungs and I lose myself
With each passing moment.
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
The hollow night awakens
As I breathe the monochrome.
It will all be over soon I say,
All I need to do is have the will
To wait for only a little while,
The morning will surely come.
But I wonder, Will it be my last?
Will my heart be frozen in time?
There is nothing to cut this silence.
All which surrounds me is as dull
As the edge of the overused blade of life.
The horror thickens as even the last
Piece of whiteness turns to black.
I feel as though I'm drowning in mud,
It fills my lungs and I lose myself
With each passing moment.