In this chilly night of torrential rain,the obvious is the embattled hopelessness in thy countenance.

The faces that procured love in the former times masquerades into pretentious seething fiends desperate to corrupt the being with forced dominance.

Gazing in deep thoughts,an unrehearsed line"I don't know anything anymore" grapples with my trauma intellect,there is nothing to self deceive thyself any longer.

I succumbed to the twisted game with complacency till I figured the conniving repercussions like a candle in the environs except fifty shades darker.

Hope!oh brightening hope,how dost thou crave thy embrace of comfort,thy warm cloak thou hastens for as thy quilt to endure the cold terrors of this perturbia of a night.

At the witching hour,the clanging resonant church bells ring in deafening echoes,the dawn of the dark spirit and horrendous beasts closes on in the eerie moonlight.

Galloping through the matrical delusions to the nightmarish reality shifts ,the gallantry armor worn suffers a fatal blow.

Poised for the fray,the bone twisting ballet of tourettes rages into formless convulsing fits, the invisible apparitions waltzes thou to a sad kowtow.

Inverted cross of the damned hangs on...