Beyond The Warmth Of Day Poem by Steven Hoon

All color has faded from my eyes.
Eternal darkness is all that's left.
A nightmare beyond the grasp of man.
A curse beyond the warmth of day.

A shadow of what was forever haunts these walls.
A purity I've longed to grasp for years.

Insanity will comfort me in these final moment...
My life will soon be nothing more than a memory...
There was no one there... The night that I died...
All that was there... Was a simple suicide...