What am I to do?
In this bastard age
Where the nights wail on end
Scheming and stalking

Never fully alone
Amid the waves of my skin
The hellfire flourishes
With words
I’ve reaped through the day

Never fully alone
On the rails of my mind
Kept lively with thoughts
With freight trains of horror

The affection of sleep
Is never truly mine
To hold and to lose
In the red prying eyes
Of dawn