Dear Dead Dawn

My eyes reap the tries
Shun out of lies
Now all they could see is a black dawning

Lost the trail of cries
Watch the mirror dies
Now all I could hear is the dark, yawning

Tired of gleams
I’m tired of dreams
Uttering a terminal sigh of relief

Bringing my brim
Freeing the unclean
Gnashing the hardest pit of believe

Oh, my grief
My soul adrift
Crows too brief
My essence stiff

I bereft… me
Deprived… of myself

Dead….