My mind is a blank page raging war on its self
But somewhere around me they whisper
I can hear them screaming
I see their voices  
To sounds of my aberration echoing
On scratched vellum

You know not how I feel in the twilight
From the shadows I sense a presence
Vivacity stolen
A turn I dare not make
I focus
In the dimness of a candles flicker
I blink

They say that night has a glow
Yet I could only taste fire from the music
Lurid on my lips
The screaming continued  
Eyes reddened in the devils darkness
This burden before me
Vacant letters fill my page  

The ghosts in my shadows hide as the
Twilight returns
Breath inhaled to a musical silence
Rapturous dawn to a new beginning

A page has been turned