These new nights,
Overshadowed by lights,
Are plagued by my thoughts,
My memories hitting me like gunshots.

Wrapped in the heaven of sheet and cloth,
With the flapping of the most distant moth,
I lay, buried, safe.
Avoiding the mental strafe.

Come unto me, broken god,
Who my heart so often ****.
To new lengths and troubles,
Where dark thoughts come, in doubles.

To the sleeping fear from deep within,
I no longer fear your foul grin.
And to the monster with starts in her eyes,
Go forth, free, unchained from the skies.