I avoid the hours between 11 pm and 5 am
Light does not exist then—
Only useless questions, dangerous thoughts, and the Void
Darkness swallows reason and spits out impulse
All of these mix together and try to drown me
Melancholy fills my mouth and I gag on its rotten taste
Cold seeps through my skin and settles in my bones
I am floating through midnight and I have never felt so alone
The constellations no longer console me
Galaxies hurtle away from me
And black holes call my name