The Death of the Night

I'm writing this, so none will see
that sorrow, fear, fright
Belong, solely, to me
And, no longer, the night

I'll not see this past the hour
By then, hatred, my soul will have devoured
The Night, it gave, a marvelous chase
It falls apart,now, a passive waste

The night is dead yet the day is bright!
Blinding all who looks upon, that fucking light...