A Night of Endless Dusk

Advent of pale, lengthened dusk of dawn
Misty black rose the only thing I held
Lacerations made deep visceral rupture

Apathy, numb-sickness tasted bittersweet
For thou frayed within all my pains

Days past when I thought of recovery
My madness, revealed through it’s absence
Of things to say, of words went astray

Anxiety, self-losing made worse nonsensically
But thou never listened, all my silence rang

The curse blanketed the hopes to infinity…