Pitch Black SUN
Blackened Suns and Blackened hearts
Block the cloudy sky
no more sight to see
no more light to rise
The Shallow skies, Foretold
For what is a cut but more than a wound?
A scar, a burn, a decaying slit
That bears a curse of haunting
Than as more cuts appear, as well as the searing
More nightmares are unleashed into the sunless DAY
Like all nightmares designed to fester, the power and hate grows
As the hellish ghouls consume all sources of light
Till, despite being healed the cuts reopen
And the blood flows down in torrents
Drowning the person
In their own despair
But if they try to swim
The ghosts turn his feet to cement
So he'll die faster
But the Nightmares of Sorrow
Longing to see more suffering and abuse
Dry up the blood, fix his feet
But than cripples his spirit
Forcing a depressional Limp
That drags on during the night
Even the night in darkness
Offers more peace, than the horrors by day
By seeking refuge in the night
The boy finds his will to breathe
And cough back up
The blood that clogged his lungs
That surprises the ghouls
How a little boy, could bear so much Hope & Blood
That he can still be at peace
Even though the days are Hell itself
And The Night, the Arctic North
There is little more that needs to be
Said
For the boy lives in agony
Despair & Loneliness
And Sorrowful Graves
That torture him
Every day
If this keeps up
The boy will breathe
Than DIE
Without a goodbye
As if anyone would care
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