The Dawn

Woke up to an echo of a mournful cry;
Seems to be the year’s bleakest, coldest dawn .
I solemnly gaze out through my crimson eyes;
to an obscure damsel , unseen ,unknown.

I try to reminisce my memoir, but in vain;
streaks of ebonizing light slashes my vision.
Begging to lose grip on my sanguinary lust;
I approach her to alleviate her archaic pain.

With a dismal semblance on her face;
She sits upon an anonymous grave.
Dead roses lay at her feet,soaked in tears;
Displaying a faint smile,she strives to mask her fears.

But Before the blazing sun scorches my soul;
And before the forlorn mortals annex her pain.
I’d love to bestow my courtesy upon her ;
Would love to drill a deep hole into her flushing vein.

Let me bury you in my cold embrace;
Let me take you into my sunless world.
Devoid of the burdens of life, or the fear of wrath.
Where every day is a sanguinary night,untouched by death.