the stars were burning holes into the late October sky
I asked them for a reason but they couldn’t tell me why
by stealing from the Sun the nights came longer, darker still
and with them went my every bit of human power’s will
I reckoned with my follies but the numbers hurt my head
and much as I desired to I couldn’t lay them rest
if one said I was capable the other said I’m not
“for everyone and everything’s susceptible to rot”
I couldn’t find a match to spare except the one in hand
set fire to my body, how much longer can it stand?