which night out would best suppress
the draining, helpless, high unrest?
your word beckons a solemn walk
up to your damning throne.

give the girl the last of you
the hardships that they've put you through
for today's the bitter end
to an endless raining sky.

my heart beats like hurried footsteps
upon a chest of grief,
but when they follow you around
and scurry through your hollow traps.