Ok so I have my newest edition here in front of me… Which for some reason is a bit diffrent from my normal works.. ” I could explain why and all that but let’s just say I’m not going to, and pretend your not interested in knowing why” It has a working title but for the most part is untitled… and so with out further adue I submitt to the midnight society..
“Ebil”
Such torment…
Bittersweet, this agony…
Each moment, a century
A breath, held with antisipation
Mine own heart beat… frenetic
Brought to speed by anxiety
Parting words spoken, when last we met
Whispered softly, if only to delay the inevitable…
For now, a never ending cycle of anguish
It’s end,… I would see with such fervor
Sunrise… and I rejoice
Sunset…and I again am in darkness
A lover of midnights black
Half bent, cowers before his own image
An eternal conflict
Praying to catch a glimps of dawns light
Twisted,… the mind races
Each beat of the heart
Resonating…
Fear… and resolve
There is… but only one queston
How?