midnight’s heavy hand
comes slowly into view
and I have so decided
there is nothing I can do

The feeling that is here
continues to defeat
and I am left with nothing
but my heart’s unsteady beat

the emptiness begins to grow
into this witching hour
and all at once I find, dismayed
the taste in my mouth soured

where once was joyous love proclaimed
now an empty hole
and I find that love now claims
my immortal soul