As the darkness settles in, we toast the dying of the day
Raising the canisters of crimson liquid, we drink
Ignoring the bittersweet taste that we know we will never get used to
Mind over matter is key in averting the constant waves of nausea
Agony and bliss, sickness and euphoria take hold in antipode
Darkness is our haven, and time compresses to extend the coveted night
Climbing, reaching, struggling to reach the next plateau
Body and mind are no longer one as the world moves beneath us
The night turns to a comic book panel under glass
As reality disintegrates, the dextroverse comes into view
One last rise before we plummet into the abyss which is sleep
Sunlight pierces the shadows as we wake to face another day.
Tranquility bides us until we can once agian be embraced by the dark eternal
Carpe Noctum
