Trapped in a Void of the Night
As night falls in the early hours of the evening
The cold drifts in with a fog of dissonance
As shadows play in the dense forest
The moon caresses my troubled mind
Solitude in the mystery of twilight
I drink deep from the cup of despair
The dark thickens and quietens so
I sigh profoundly with sickening melancholy
Where has the dopamine gone?
