A dreary mist rolls
From the fleeting scourge of nightfall
Driven from the pit of nothingness
To savagely consume
Every fine morsel of the living

What i cling to desperately
Is taken with little effort
And dashed upon the hard shell of the world
As a ruthless display
Vicious, cold and vile

Upon whom I adore
The clouds weigh heavy
Compressing them all
Into quiet submission
Swift and unwavering

Trying all our might
To no avail
We slide through the muck
Parting with skin, flesh and blood

Pint by pint
We give and give
And succumb to exhaustion
Time after time

We are born
From the ceaseless tussle of night
And returned to the same
At the dwindling spark of dusk

When shall we climb
From this harrowing curse?
Or whom will mourn for us
When dirt and shadow
Consumes us all?