The sun lowers itself on the plains
Bleeding colours from the remnants of the day
Twilight edges like a razor along the horizon
Threatening the atmosphere with it’s ghoul-ridden fog
I sink my body into safety
Exhaling my soul from frustration
I threaten my mind with schemes of destruction
The ghouls begin to seize my attention
As the sun hovers
My heart stays afloat
As darkness spreads
My destruction flourishes
I am trapped in the dusk.
Where do I belong?