“Where is [God]? Here He is—He is hanging here on this gallows.”
Night,
this single night
where in my mind
humanity hangs
by a thread;
the empty void I feel inside—
where my soul once lived,
But where is it now?
Night,
this single night
when we have ceased to be people,
where God’s people
no longer live
and scarcely exist,
where the dead and the living
are one and the same.
Night,
this single night
all the times I cannot bear
to gaze upon the mirror
for when I do so
the orbs I see through
shatter. I cannot see myself
because there is nothing
but a death that lives inside.
A corpse.
Night,
this single night
the times when only the shadows
keep me warm,
And the living corpses—
my only company;
when a cemetery becomes my home,
and the air grows stale.
Night,
this single night
the dark world God has trapped me in,
a box only able to be opened
from the outside;
night, who wields the knife
that has murdered God
and now night, an eternal night
for God will never be able to raise the sun again.