• Black Night Symphony (April 16th, 2010)

    I hear the black night symphony,
    The chorus of darkness,
    Playing through the hours of morning.
    Awake—the thickening anguish feels
    Like more than I can bear.
    Thoughts scattering, but collected,
    Running in circles forever and ever
    Like in a marathon that has no end.
    The dreams aren’t coming any longer.
    Just trails—trails upon trails of
    My thoughts, twirling and winding
    Like the halls of Winchester Manor.
    The seconds begin to spiral out
    Of control as the trails of my mind
    Break into more trails, break.
    They’re crooked and jagged like
    The arms of an old, gnarled tree.
    No end. There’s no end to them.
    They will not stop—ruthless,
    Like endless hordes of demons
    Pouring from the black gates of Hell.
    They say that I’m alone and
    That I’ll always be alone.
    I curse those voices, but they do
    Not stop. You cannot love the pain
    And evil out of them. It cannot be done.
    So much time, and so little.
    It’s moving fast, moving away.

    …But somehow…
    …I know everything will be okay…