evening star

32

howls from this abyss
are like harmony to my ears
i would sin myself
if i get lost in darkness again
wails from a corpse
hypnotise long hours of night
i sit here cross-legged
like snakes lured by a whistle
questions by strangers
attract now that i am not alone
would you feel empty
or rather broken and whole

~ and they wonder
why i wear black