It calls,
Beckons to me.
I fall,
Consequently.
A murmur in my ear,
The whisper of your tears.
The night swallows our fears.
I'm unable to see.
Farther into the tomb,
More rapidly it consumes.
Around the corner, it looms.
You undoubtedly trusted me.
The eccentric glow of your eyes
Against the darkness in the fireflies.
It searches through the skies
For people to chain.
My barren hand ripped from yours.
Through the storm we reach the shore,
Yet we've only encountered the core,
Of this hurricane.
