The Sun lays on its head on the horizon,
Its rays kiss the mountain tops,
It whispers farewell till the black morning has passed.
The black morning creeps it long fingers over your head.
The chill of fear runs up your spine, you tremble in your skin,
The last of the light has said its last goodbye,
The darkness consumes you and you know the night has awakened.
You see your breath in front of you slip its icy fingers around the air.
The willow casts shadows of beasts devouring their prey,
The black morning welcomes you with an embrace of horror.
The wispy spirit of fear slides down your throat
Its chilling hands clutch your heart, threatening death.
Your breathing gets heavy as you realize the paralyzing reality
That there is no escape from the hell that is about to break free,
You wait for release but the weight of fear gets heavier
And heavier on your shoulders, the weight becomes unbearable
You let your body collapse under the pressure,
All the held back tears flow willingly,
You don’t understand why all the
Hells and hates of the world had to be thrust
Onto you when you were already weak and
On your knees from
The pressure of your own personal hell
All you know is the pain.
All you know is hate.
All you want is for it to go away.
But all hell is eternal.