Every day
The sun
Shall
Set

The night
Shall
Blacken

The world
Shall
Slip
Into
Nothing

Every year
Shall
Come to
A close

Every life
Shall
Flicker out
Overtaken
By the
Coldness

Perhaps
That is
What creates
A morbidity
A lack
Of control
Of inevitability

That
Makes
Us
Scared

Each of
Us
Scarred

By the
Way
The sun
Always
Sets

No matter
How dearly
We need
Light

One can
Never
Escape
The cruelty
Of nature
For all
It can
Do is
Take

And
Take

Or

Perhaps
We project
Our
Greed
Onto
The unknown

Even if
We seem
To emulate it

We are
Of course
The victim
Of the
Course
Of life

How bitter
We must
Be

No matter
How much
Fire
We learn
To cultivate
To dispel
The cold
We still
Slip
Into its
Grasp

So
I wonder
Does the
Inevitable
Truly
Mean
To harm
Us

The cold
Seems
The
Perfect
Haven

We have
Burdened
Ourselves
And
Those
To come
With
That
Burning

Too
Bright lights
Too
Hot lives
Too
Suffocating existences

In the
Quest
To dispel
That
Which
Shall never
Leave

Is that
Why
We
Seem
Scared
Yet
Hopeful
Of the
New
Year
For even
If one
Day
The
Sun will
Not rise
At least
It shall
Bring
Calm

Something
So
Unhuman