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.
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
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.
I was over the road truck driving when I wrote this.
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