the spite of the world

A foray into the darkness and deafness,
The bete noire of me, exists incomprehensibly.
The uncertainty, recalling the anonymity.
A fateful stay, casts upon that beastly slay.

The night is young my friend,
Left alone, loneliness pervades the air.
The stench of myself, gripping with fear.
She is alone too, and its not fair.

I owe something,
A thoughtful gesture, a sweet surrender.
Yearning, and savouring for the silky percipience
Homecoming, it had seem,
Knowing, she may deem.