Keep the lights on when you sleep
and avoid submerging too deep
into your dreams, for a string
of shouting matches and glinting knives
tumble down in the dark
of the moon, rapping on the door like
knuckles rolling
over and over with a pause in between for
bated breath, wanting to swing
like a pendulum wherever
it pleases.  Keep the lights on, and
you can at least unlock the door.