The day has quit, the darkness reigns
Calm as death, I’m standing still
You fill your pen with ink, I fill mine in blood
The truth is overrated, Conspiracy is a creed
Shadows move in and out, Death is delusional,
Nothing remains on the other end, nor this,
Lamenting is a cliché, Numbed are hurts!
Yes! My pages bear scars enough,
Of depths oblivious be you,
For, in demented oblivion you dwell.
Aware are you of who you’ve fostered?
Broken quill feeds better, did you know?
And so you’ve raised a predator in me,
The one that waits, and waits for the kill.
For, there hasn’t been another thirst known,
Only of blood and that alone!