Aug. 21, 2019

From Dust Until Dawn

by Douglas Blaine Matthews (author's profile)


Du Crepuscule Jujqu A L'aube
(From Dusk Until Dawn)

I am colored with the chaotic pain of sorrow
Bent in misery for today's destinies my tomorrow
When I dream I become smoke in a city of time that travels
This sister of death slices fate's cord and my present state of mind unravels

The midnight sun sets fire to my path amidst this steam of poverty
That tears at my spirit and sets fire to my flesh, eluding my serenity
And I awaken from my own betrayal among the suffering willows
To what they hiss into the drums of my skull, their homicidal deception on death rows

My consciousness is wrapped with shadows of swift murmurs in misery
A mysterious sadness but after tears fall my sorrow passes more easily
As one whose heart is contrite, I am doomed to the flames of woe
A moment of vengeance and it's the raven that now caws at the crow

Times of wrath shall dissolve this world into crimson ashes and dust
Darkness is the creation of my hollowness because murdering me they must
My life is more precious than my grave so I'm constantly haunted by doubt
I awaken the light in my spirit's darkness but the pain snuffs it out

An evergreen, but green no more, now a willow standing alone
I can no longer weep in the darkness of eternal night when no one is home
So while the dreams of my future are encumbered by the history of my past
I pray the equinox of my life takes place and the misery be evanescent at last

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