Midnight Calling

The callous of souls,
of frightening delight.

Entropy's coziest friend,
blissfully defined.

Trickled with Hades grace,
mayhem coalesce,

of darkest oculus
indomitably
ravages manifest,

this little minion of
Abaddon
morbidly cold is he,

a brevity of anarchy
chills my core with glee.

Oh, come now what may,
shocking insurrection
eloping my sanity,

so I'll sit for a spell and drink
this toxic concoction splendidly,

conception of cessation my consciousness accepts.

I bid you adieu, till zeniths rise again.

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