Of Darkness and the Fires of Hell

The rainy afternoon is cold and dark

And I do thank the sun for this respite

Because as vital as it may well be

Sometimes exhausting is this blasted light

And I must admit, I have always been

A creature of the night and of the dark

Though you adorned me in shiny metals

One can never light up a broken heart

A heart that beats only for the darkness

When all the world lies dreaming in their sleep

For tis only at night that what you know

Is not as vital as what you believe

There are other reasons, there always are

But they are really not worth it to dwell

Suffice it to say, it was I that lit the fire

Damned my own darkness, and self, to the light of hell.