The Living of the Dead (new series)

...then i saw your face,
alite with miserable hope.

how would i dare colour that
with the darkest soul within me,
even as enlightening as it is?

the nite may have to surrender
to the eve of the coming dawn then,
however unwanting

*how and when i will have to surrender to the said joy of the living, i simply refuse to know. the darkness is my own joy*