Come Darkened Night

Heart whispered along the dark,
I can still feel the sensation of liquid fire in my veins.
The moon was a full goblet of hope
that I had come to peer upon with a new sight.
The night was beautiful as hand in hand
with the knife in my grip I remembered,
how that knife, though smelled of copper
and old habits and bad mind sets.

It seems to those without faith
the self falls into despair.
How so many lighted young eyes
look at you with empty souls.
Nothing left but blackened life stories
and forgotten childhood memories.
What life could those with broken innocence
find in a world encrypted with the disease hearted?

Nothing but death whispers along the wind
and the night becomes the time of desolateness.
The moon hides behind the shadows of a broken life
and sharp silvered empty hopes caress the skin below.
Crimson delight of empty time spent
and forgotten reasons to stand up and believe.
Suicide, oh suicide has become the answer
an answer that no one seems to despise.