night

When night comes one more time

I scream into its face and cry

for the demon's to go, the blood in my

veins to curdle and weigh its pound

of flesh it extracts each day.

One more lick is all I can muster;

all I can pray for is the living

to die and the sun never to rise.

Evermore, I cry as the black 

of night and the bloody crows fly.