Sunlight Gives Way To Midnight

I sit beside, my failures in life, and wonder why I’m here,

Trading places, with my thoughts, while hurting, my closest peers,

Tidying up, the mess I’ve made, the tears all come, what may,

This is the life, I chose to live, my words, in me, do prey,

No one’s safe, when I erupt, my lava spews it’s fire,

It takes ahold, and won’t let go, a prisoner, of my empire,

Silence, takes ahold of peace, and delivers the final blow,

Rest assured, you have been lured, from the seeds in which you’ve sowed,

Set upon, this place, beyond, what seems, to be, a dungeon,

I have made, to be your grave, and soon, my mind will quickly summon,

The weight of it all, ‘till nigh do it fall, my psyche, shows no reasons,

Beneath the cover, as 2, we were lovers, now distant, like time, and of seasons,

So rattled, by fear, whispers, inside your ears, telling you truths, with a tiny twist,

You haven’t no time, to be fake, that’s a sign, the dark is hard to resist,

Too late for despair, all in life, is not fair, if so, we’d all be a king,

Reviving the jewel, of life, in renewal, we’re bound, by blood, through a ring,

I sense in you, what I always knew, broken, betrayed, a wreck,

Believing in what, you cannot change, the rope around your neck,

Hold on, deep breath, for what is still left, beholden, to what could be,

Remember, that all, around you, still burns, and that there goes the irony,

Quietly wreaking, heartache, and hurt, bitterness, from within,

To know, not what, is who you were, your time to be, begins,

I’ve said this before, and I’ll say this today, we have to make amends,

Treating your wounds, holds nothing for whom, to suture the pain of men,

Time to let go, yourself, and who knows, what pleasures, in some, we may find,

Praises be, oh, look, I now see, the fountain, the water, divine,

Make in thee, from out the sea, a whirlpool, churning quicker,

A sign, to all those, who do stop, you’ll fall in, and become much sicker,

Dying from, a lack of want, a need, of whom I’m told,

Honest men, gave all, and gave in, and now have turned so cold,

Killing all, who clash, in hate, to bring about the dead,

Black is the night, in the middle of the light, the sun delights, what is read,

So, know this friend, your battles will end, but not until you’ve lost,

For what we must gain, comes first, through the rain, and our pain, then becomes the cost