It's Late

It feels so over
As the night rolls through the sky
And rain makes splashes all down the garden halls
She feels, not bolder
Thinking of the final lie
As she watches stone turn darker in the fall

It’s far too late
Yet visitors abound in minds
And thoughts run rampant through the darkened rooms
Not filled with hate
Are those who roam when dark as mines
Go moments, flying by through empty tombs

She takes a step
But it is filled with hunger
So curious a feeling for the soul
She wants something
But dares not ask for answers
So she takes anger in consuming lulls

She’s oh so hot
The air is pressing ‘round her
The rain drops, burning tears from god above
Her blood seems clot
She fears her own thoughts stir
Will wake her from this dream of hate turned love

She’s going away
She’s sinking to the floor
She knows its getting no where near to dawn
She’s going away
But she can’t get out the door
Night consumes her, and soon she will be gone