This one is right up my alley.

O night, with heavy moistened breath

upon my lips, the kiss of death

that leaves a taste of rotten flesh.

I love this part. If I didn't love the sun so much, I'd love the night.

Ugh, I hate winter nights too, or rather, the way they descend at like 4pm! Love the drama of this :D I don't think I quite hate them *this* much, haha... This is like Night-the-Grim-Reaper!