The sound of this darkness 

Faces, facades

Silent regards

Eluding even the faith

From a hushed reflect

 

The night is drawn

From the darkness

And is soon swept away

By another even darker

 

I listen to the savage light

And hear only its sinister hue

A blanched mirror

And a wayward one

 

An age of innocence

Is rarely dark

But always blue

 

An innocence

Is always dark

And never blunt

 

Enjoin me to the dark again

This womb, this view

This uncommon

Melancholy

Malady

This steadfast sound