Midnights Shroud

In midnight's shroud, where shadows writhe, I struggle grasping for someone anything just to get a grip, My head hangs low, beneath sorrow's weight, Tears fall like autumn's rain destroying everything in its wake. The month is cursed, it feels like a darkened tomb, Where shadows once played and a angel was taken to soon. As the memories and smiles fade laughter and light leave this tomb. As the 28th draws near, a date of dread, the Anniversary of grief, I feel the darkness again Mom's memory whispers in the night's air, A sorrowful requiem, beyond despair, And with it mere shadows of that fatal day, and A day I tried to join her but fate would not let me stay. In twilight's hollow, there are echoes of pain , Cries lost in darkness tears like bitter rain, Hate fills my heart, for this month's cruel reign. The 28th looms like a specter tall, A twin memorial, of loss and fatal fall, In this abyss of darkness, I'm lost and cold, The moon above, a ghostly tale does hold, My breaths are shrouded, in a mournful sigh, As death's dark anniversaries, draw nigh. The clock ticks onward, to the dreaded day, In shadows I'll wait, for grief's dark sway, Mom's memory lingers, in a sorrowful haze, And my scars remain, in this Gothic maze.