When the Dark Comes Hungry

In the arms of midnight,

I cannot fight,

I fall,

When the dark comes hungry.

As silence ensues,

The broken muse,

I lie,

When the dark comes hungry.

Here whispers hell,

A soul to sell,

I weep,

When the dark comes hungry.

But tears will dry,

And heart will cry,

I am not I,

When the dark comes hungry.

For when soul dies,

The cold will rise,

I tremble,

When the dark comes hungry.

No flame burns,

Nor soul yearns,

I feel not,

When the dark comes hungry.

Here I stand again,

And recall not the times when,

I felt a fire,

When the dark came hungry.

Now I know no pain,

I am not sane,

I am dead in living,

When the dark comes hungry.

For if I feel I know,

The terrible truth of soul,

I flee the light,

When the dark comes hungry.

And embrace now the shade,

Feel not but the blade,

I smile,

When the dark comes hungry.

Here I rest in the darkness,

And know I am heartless,

For I am the dark,

Whent he dark comes hungry.