Charcoal Night.

Charcoal Night.

The night is charcoal,

it is nothing but grey.

This is the way I like it.

Never shall I sleep so long as the darkness remains.

When Summer arrives I shall hide away,

and when  the leaves begin to fall, I shall awaken.

This night is freezing, I don't ever want morning to come.

There is no such thing as life right now,

only the cold air,

and the loneliest moon.

Maybe the moon and I can relate.

Do not try to save me from the darkness, just let me join it.