I hate that goddamned night light
It burns my eyes while I lie awake
I would be unaware that I were aware
If not for that unfortunate night light
It's prying at my eyes, open though they already be
On the edge of my bed, and no words cross my mind
There is no color in my heart while I wait
With the oddest symmetries underlying out of sight
Awake, there is me, is there a wake?
But it doesn't matter
and I sit here with that light
That night light who I hate so
While I lay awake, it taunts me
Though I am not awake on it's account