Visions Of Hell: Part Ii Poem by Mark Earls

There are days, which grow more common,
When the Darkness claims it's own,
When the Ebonbeast within me
Bursts free to claim his throne.

Days when all things lose their savour,
When even joy seems doomed to fail,
When the night brings only darkness,
Hiding sadness far too well.

These are days which kill me slowly,
Which slowly leach my mind away,
Which rip my heart out through my ribcage,
Leave me lonely in this hell.