I turn off the light,
pulling the darkness around me
safe and warm,
shrouding my loneliness and I.

Comforting, numbing, relaxing
allowing me sleep.

For I will wake rested
before Darkness is gone.

I will drive with the claws
of my Companion locked in
in their usual place;
scarred and bloodless wounds.

And I will rend and tear
at the darkness then.
Running through it;
a blade through black crepe,

until the I uncover the Sun and
perhaps its warmth and light
shall make my Companion's claws
let go for awhile as I bask

In the memories of those
who made the loneliness leave.