the night impends onto us.
the smiles are unaware of the darkness,
but the oblivious will continue to grin.
it is cold, our minds shiver.

gravity brings the night down.
our discouragement the night down,
the night is our defeat.
but we must win.
satan is waiting, depression insidious to our fall.
we must stand up,
no grave shall cover us all.
no grave shall bury our hopes, our dreams, our love.

we must survive.

bear compassion.
bring the light among our corrupted society.

there is a wall behind a mirror;
someone's situation may remind you of your own,
but they have a story of theirs.
listen to the sweet words that tell the tragedy of irony.

bear compassion.
for we, alone, are not enough to survive the night.
for it is our own thoughts that bring it onto ourselves;
we must ward off the night,
provide each other light.

after all,
even the moon shines brighter than the darkness-
we can perceive our thoughts
in the midst of the mist,
the fogginess of the fog.

the beast of the nights,
our thoughts of the nights,
they consume us from the inside,
they are insidious,
we are engulfed in the sulfuric flames
as we provide fuel to our deaths.

stop those thoughts,
the nightmares of our deep,
endless,
trudging.