Sanguine Night

I am used to the darkness by now
though I still cannot surmise
whyI never can confess
my addiction to loneliness.
I fall to my knees and pray
to a god I might accept someday
and hope against reason that somehow
the light will refuse to come.

I dread the coming of the light
that exposes every inch of sin
and makes me feel dirty inside.
Something in my heart has died
though I still refuse to cry.
Maybe one day I won't have to wonder why
things are never all right
and I can face the light again.

My sanity is but a doubt,
sacrificed like a pawn
in this horrid game of existence.
All i can do is face my reality
and set out
into the Sanguine night.

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