Same Old Day

Deathly stillness of mornin' air
In this quiet monotony we dream
Of Her-- a moment of weakness,
A brief interlude in the passing ticks
of Life's horrid torture!
In this darkness, what we hope?
In this night, we disavow Her light
We feel empty-void... miss her,
Awake we realize, she's not here---
Its a new day, the old one never fell.