“Ten Minutes Till Midnight”

Ten minutes till midnight, and I am dieing.

My heart is singing of blood drenched societies.

My years are screaming, daylight stinging.

Fangs pierce my paper thin wrists.

Bloody rags twist around my wasted lungs.

Ten minutes till midnight, and I am dieing.

My fear paralizes my bones.

My horro kills again and again.

Light burns my ghostly soul.

Night heals my aching limbs.

The hour of midnight, and I

am

dead.