of our darkest nights,,
where death of the light,,
mind of our forlorned,,
haunting memories of
what comes of the fright,,,
of the haunting light,,,
deciding of the storm,,,
where it comes of the eyes,,
after the reasons coming,,
when it comes as we die,,,
of our darkest nights,,
shattered of all the light,,,
in the swallowing lies,,,,
that will be of the faith,,,
despair of our darkest days,,,
shadows being in the dismay,,,
in the errie glow of light,,,
that comes from the dreams,,
as it haunts our thoughts
inhabiting our sleeping fright,,
of the hauntings of our mind,,
do we see where we are blind,,,
of our days without the sun,,
of our darkest hours of need,,,
where we pray until we bleed,,,