I always ramble in my poems! I got bored and this is what came of it. . .>.>

What night doth lie in darkness,
that day cannot prevail,
what friend to wait in agony,
the enemy cannot unseen,

That I should wait,
and he should spend his days,
in the corner of a jail,
hating me and the worlds stupid hell,

but I spare no spawn of mine,
my actions do accord,
that I could be so stupid,
so vain to understand,

Or have the notion that my hope,
flies far behind my mind,
I will spend my days in agony,
for my crime,

And he shall suffer too,
lost is the love he thought he had,
who could love one such as me,
who could hope to ever be?

That I could go back and change the fate,
that I could go back and change the hate,
but alas! Not a day goes by that I shall weep,
because tears let out pain,

and my pain must be chained,
forever more, I must suffer for my crime.

Don't ask me where it came from I have no clue. Way short too. . .