The hail outside screams
As the trail in my heart dreams
Of a night not marooned
Of a night well pruned.
The throbbing torment works it’s way
Like shrapnels in the day
Bloody and bruised, the night amused
A heart aching to bellow,
Oh, how I wish everything was mellow.
The pain being red
Wishing for the world to end
Holding onto hope
For the wolves to feed on,
Every coast seeming distant
Every hand non-existent.
Bloody and bruised, the night amused
Gaping for a way to heal,
All alone in Typhon’s court
Watching your heart exhaust
As the wolves make way to cleave.