Death After Mid-Night

You drink a distressing drought

I sip the tears your eyes try to keep,

A glass of whiskey deep in chaff

Your chest is hot,

The anger black and bitter.

Through days sleep you dream

I hear the moans you die a million deaths,

Dark and exiled, you feel the swivel

I hear it in your reveal.

Through midnights sleep you fright

Into the black night, I hear the prayers

You desire of a thousand deaths,

Big or small you feel the blow.

Leaving behind nights of terror

Into daybreak, that’s wonderfully clear.

Bringing the gifts that ancestors gave,

For I am a slave but the lie of death.