the night at its deepest

gently he touches the dawn

pushing her forth to start

a new day.

My eyes still open wide

it’s cold and the wind outside

slowly getting dreary

the dark through all its stillness

disturbed.

There’s no sun

thunderlightning crashes

on my windowpane

leaves me with shock

and scattered glass

falling in the rain

snowflakes running in on my

curtains and slowly drips

unto my bed.

I move out, slowly.

I witnessed nature.

So’s the world.

So let it bleed,

let it bleed