17 Sixth Hour

As I lay upon the sixth hour when

darkness reigns supreme.

I have nothing but visions veiled in

satans shadow.

For he knows I live in agony

like I know he hungers.

But that is neither here nor there.

For my eyes have been soaked in sin

and body cast in shadows light and

all joys disallowed. So conjured

fears and doubt are inefficient

for someone who embodies

misery and sorrow.

And

Waking truths do not dissuade.

Both truth and dream link common

thread of deceit and echo of faint

deception.