Colors pt. 7 Nightfall

Nightfall

The sun has descended and given way to the night
bringing with it one hellish fight.
The storm clouds are now overhead and are unleashing their furry.
The rain feels like needles pressed against my skin and the wind is whipping so hard my vision is beginning to become blurry.

I’ve abandoned my home on the beach that I worked so hard to create.
The man was right, if I stayed there I wouldn’t have survived to see the sun fully rise at eight.
The sea has risen and is flooding the beach.
I’m standing back off the beach witnessing the destruction as if I’m preparing a farewell speech.

The wind mixed with the rising water is ravaging my home.
It’s becoming a darker place by the minute up in my dome.
This was my sanctuary, the one place I had to keep myself together.
I guess I shouldn’t have gotten use to the outstanding weather,
because the night has returned and is back to seek vengeance.
Inside me, all I feel is tension.
A war is upon me and I’m afraid I may finally lose.
It’s times like this I could really use some booze
to help take the edge off of this shit.
      Maybe I need to find an insane asylum and have myself committed.
It may just be the only thing that can save my now.
If I lose to the night, I will go down swinging, that to you is my vow.

I swear I can still sense that man everywhere around me.
I can feel the evil in him wanting to break me and force me to my knees
Where he will stand over me and gloat that he has defeated me.
That is how he wants things to be,
with me on my knees giving up my fight and giving him to him,
the bastard of the night, Lucifer.

I knew it was him when I first met him,
I just didn’t want to admit to myself something so grim.
Internally I knew that it was only a matter of time before my outlook went dim.
Him greeting me when I first arrived on the island was just the prelim
to a much worse outcome I’m about to face.
If this is it for me, my death I will fully embrace.
If this is it for me, I leave behind my soul for you to read.
If this is it for me, I leave behind on this paper my heart that has bled.
If this is it for me, I leave behind a legacy that will carry on.
If this is it for me, this will be my final dawn,
so, it’s time to take one last bow.

My soul is charred black from years of fighting an invisible war.
My heart bleeds red and paints for you this art.
My mind is fracture and lost in gray.
I leave it all behind for you to read and digest.
I leave it all behind for you to comprehend and hopefully understand.
This is my gift for you,
my body, mind and soul presented to you in multiple colors.
I will accept my fate…
won’t back down from the incoming final fight.