The Tortured Hour [a Midnighters poem thingy]

It's kind of a Melissa x Rex, but kinda Jessica? Idk

The silence cuts deep into your bones

You tilt your head to the still sky

And gaze into the frozen time

Along with the crystals hanging from the light

Cast upon you by the big blue moon

You smile at the timeless beauty

And can't understand why this is the tortured hour

The stiffs' pale complexions stare back at you

Their glares pierce deep into you soul

You find the cold and loneliness again

Afraid to touch their colourless skin

Afraid to feel the icy cold

You know she still breathes

But you're terrified of the moment her skin might become cold

And you realize why it's called the tortured hour

But dear this world is ours alone

I grab your arm and pull you out of your darkened trance

We get our bikes and race to the light

The sliver of hope that lets us escape

In the midst of the raging storm

The lightning bolt sits by that roof

The raindrops come to life at our touch

Suddenly it's more alive in this tortured hour

But the distance to that lightning bolt

Is larger than we had thought

And before we know it the hour ends

And the blue light is gone

The lightning strikes and disappears

The voices of this city's minds echo within you

Though quieter than in the chaotic day

And we long again that tortured hour