Listening.

oh the night.
it has returned.

the depths inside my lungs, it burns
i held an empty vile, an urn

only waiting to take your turn

the heart inside my throat holds a beat
while the wolves rustle away on their feet

i've tasted new life, that berry is tart and sweet.
although the rotting scent of death resembles molded meat.

the night is opening my mind so quickly
many a man would consider myself sickly

tiredness has sot away myself quickly

i must leave now, my mind is .. murky

sleep sleep sleep

good night for now ?

<3