It was the night grandmother passed

Nothing seemed to go right

The hollow shadows looked alive

There are no perfect places

There are no midnight miracles

Hungry red eyes penetrating the darkness

Drooling on the hard pavement

Everything I had

Drug deep into the mouth of hell

Taken by the throat, like a drunk old man

Carving deep, dark, hatred within me

I've already lost to you, death

So please wait at my door

Void unbending, new rigidity,

frozen pit displays frigidity.

Hollowed coldness doesn't come naturally.

How'd it get there? Must've been hewed.

Who built a wall, carved out this mood?

Who then has done this thing to you?

Did you choose it? (Then good for you.)