Looking out over the city night entices me to shudder my eyes which otherwise would feel the thousand piercing needles of endless light.

Bathed in darkness I feel whole. A dark armor against the ******* of the all consuming nothingness.

The bleak abatement of perception withholding the inner workings of natural thought replaced by extraneous rhetoric.

The dark star shines in spite of the sinful rain and jet black flowers bloom from barren earth where dreams have died.

A blood stained sky looms in regret and longing over the scarred eye of the world.

This flood of tears casts a dysmorphic shadow on the horizon.

Immutable darkness holds it's breath as an ephemeral light chases shadows once again across the earth.