1 November 2012
As I lie here, propped against the wall, My eyes gaze out across the sky, I drink in every drop of darkness, Drain the apple of my nigh.
The navy air flows freely in amongst the tainted light, Creates a glow of ashen spice, Caress, entice, Deludes my sight.
A wisp of shadow on the air, A brush of shattering emotions, Angel, dark, is all but fair, When bound in ice is crafted notions.
Always flowing with the night, The rhyming cycle of the year, Oh, what a twisted form of light, If ever 'twas to grace us here.
The Night Outside • Opuss № I