Yoona

On a cold lonesome night, I dwell alone
No warmth, no laughter, no light.
Almost had I made a pact with sadness
To tarry in its addicting loneliness
-Tempting, bewitching darkness.
Perhaps I was desperate to flee or die
Yet sooner or later I shall say goodbye.
I wallow in the pain, feel it gnaw at my flesh
Devouring my sanity, waiting for the aching
To subside. Will I be numb? Maybe so.
And the church bell tolls sadder than before
As the night curtain draws in grimmer.
Clad in black but faceless are the mourners
They do not cry tears, but they shed blood.
They are my grievers but they mock upon my loss,
Chide upon my idiocy, laugh at my woebegone.
But who cares when I am alive but my soul is gone?