A setting sun dawns the breaking of night,
and ends the being of light.
Warmth slips away,
as night wins from day.

A prophetic silence fills the sky’s above,
and deprives my heart of future love.
This darkness in my lonely heart,
is tearing me slowly apart.

I drown in tears of sorrow,
for there is no more hope for tomorrow.
Blood drips from a sharpened knife,
as I look for answers beyond life.

A young life ended to soon,
a soul crying under a full moon.
A night without the dawning of the sun,
for this is the night the Grim Reaper will come.

Harlequin,