The Monster Who Comforts Me

I look upon these silhouettes; of night trees Dark delineation is the monster who comforts me As my haunting sorrows swayed in the breeze I warned them of being wracked with disease On a calm night when they're still Words of rage make me think I have skill Shaking hands chop against their will And when my mind has had its fill I close this world down like it's a sill Just to wake up in the morning, ill Wondering how to sift the chips; to pay for the dregs within my quill.