Darkness is brilliant
it steals your uniqueness
for hours, without asking
leaving you there asleep
eyes closed like everyone else
dulling the senses enough
so the dreams climb in
and corrupt the peaceful minds
or settle the overworked ones
Darkness may be brilliant
but I'm still wide awake
laying there, endless hours
drawing close that thread
of sleep I need
thinking, and thinking
wishing I could cut ties
with all my senses
so Darkness could outsmart me