#13

 
9db0f759443507c704a3bb646693bde7.jpg

Oh dark night, I taste sweet sorrow on my lips

It seems I have been kissed by the jagged edge of brokenness

And from its cuts, my blood runs clear

My joy long lost to the bitterness of fear

And now I hear the call of death knocking at my door

A raspy tapping I have heard many times before

It's apparent hope could only ever have been fleeting

For a heart that's long since stopped its beating