When The Darkness Falls

It’s colder now and seems somehow more empty than before. I wish I’d known the future then, and what it held in store. No longer is there will of heart to venture form these walls, and so I sit alone inside… when the darkness falls. Each stone hand crafted for the cause to block away the pain. The mortar mixed to guarantee no feeling will remain. A mist enshrouds the inner grounds, with siren’s voice it calls. To comfort as I drift within… when the darkness falls. A subtle shift and weightless drift are all that’s left to feel. No sign of any signs of life, no sense of what is real. Just drifting, drifting ever on down never-ending halls. Forever locked inside my head… when the darkness falls.