Sanctuary

The midnight hour grows near
darkness has fallen the quietness sends chills throughtout my fear.

Streets are empty no life in sight
pray the time flies for I loathe the night.

Running from the thought of complete solitude I race to meet the clock chime twelve
wages intensify as I unconsciously enter the pit ready to dwelve.

Stakes of echos pound my very soul the rapture haunts my mind I have no where to hide no where to seek
relief is not in the cards for I am too frightened to speak.

Torture my heart tearing apart every sweet emotion I feel
ripping my skin from the ivory bone exposing the bloody muscles my bulging veins reveal.