Darkest Hour

My tasteless poison is catching up with me.
Will it consume this lurid life?
I cannot see.
Tongue tied and tempered is where this city strums along.
Brought back from Hades, we all must find where we belong.
If the darkest hour meets the light
Why would I wake to know that you were right?
Hope holds me waiting for little footsteps ahead of ours.
Singing Petunia, we said goodnight to all those bars.
Now riptides of progress tare fortune’s fools from liturgy.
Comprised of rubrics and different measures for chivalry
But in the darkest hour stands a light.
Why would I wake to know that you were right?
So if the darkest hour does hold the dawn,
Why would I wake to know that you were gone?
I am going to wake and know that you are gone.