Night Sensation (my attempt at iambic pentameter)

In shades of red and black we wander far.
A plague of sights and sounds we cannot bear,
Following, wallowing, screeching through night,
‘Till break of day is there to scorch our sight.
We fear the light, the love, emotions sweet;
We run from God, we run from grace alone.
Eyes shut in pain, we flee to darker lands.  

(might add more to this later; will email commenters if I do)