The Night is Darker

To be honest, I haven't completely figured this poem out either (and I wrote it)...Sorta darker imagery, sorry...

The face that I see is not
Of this world...
Hollow eyes that keep
Piercing my soul...

Buried in a shallow grave,
Knowingly I rise.
This hunger
Will disappear
'Fore the morning comes;
Life stolen from a world
That took my own.
I sleep
No longer, for
I'm tired of dreaming of
Blood on an angel's wings, a
Purity distorted by none other than
Myself.