Midnight Drowns, Misery Crawls...
A lot has changed yet here we are, the ink the ick and the grawling past. The world has dressed in night so bright, Still i Crawl back to just write. So I write my pain so dear, The misery still bears my fear. Although light now greets me well, Misery is where I find my spear. Months of silence nearly won the race, Before the countdown stole my breath. But as the year turns it's weary face, I reclaim the very own misery I left.