What Misbelievers?

Throughout the night we drifted,
Among the hollow trees in which all life was expecting us.

Sunless terrain spread over the underworld, 
A cold web stitched onto the stars and their hands.

The misbelievers, protestors, defiant of light until sunrise awakens our cheap dreams.

We are damaged, 
Only the graves influence the spaces between our constant pandemonium,
Synchronised madness, insanity,
Endings are nigh.