Night of Troubled Times

The sounds that echo through the night,

Screams fill the rooms of life,

One in pleasure, the other in sorrow,

Anguishing pain overwhelms the pleasure,

Feeling the screaming sensation of both,

Of orgasm and sorrow,

Feeling the force of each ripping through my being,

Scorching my heart as I experience,

Neither fulfilled as I dig into myself,



Nauseous from the lust and bitter hate,

Trying to spit the taste from my mouth,

As the waste of mortality eludes me,

Wondering the cause of it all,

As the instability of Infidelity,

Fighting this void in my heart,

Darkness engulfs my soul completely,

Searching for a beat, as my veins turn cold,



Chilling touch of icy hands, surrounding death,

Touched by the archangel, retrieved by the Angel of Light,

Intoxicating fluids of the nights,

Inhaled and enforced by will,

Liquid courage of memories, great and troublesome,

Enjoyment or regret, decisions left to you,

Unveiling paths never once existed,

As the final hours engulf this day.

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