It’s growing dim;
My heart will brim
With blood-stained tears,
And house my fears.
And I will die
Before the night
Can find and hole
My broken soul.
Tonight the sky looks different.
A little more of stars cozen:
That now darkness has been broken.
So I head out and breathe the scent
Of broken trust for now demons
Have found my soul to be taken.
My Querencia 