Hatred Swells

another one from my book of poetry

the night falls as if it's slain the sun, soulless are we.
the salvation for which you sacrifice yourself
flares once, then dies,
devoured by the all-encompassing dark.
all hope must sicken and die.

your soul thrives no more.
how could you tear us asunder?
demons surround us, crying,
save us from ourselves.