The Dark

It has been so long since hope has left me.

I see the days as dark, I long for them to pass;

To drunk myself in leisure repeat and repeat,

As happiness is fleeting, only despair can I see.

I am nothing but dust, so why not rest a while?

That thing is the now and I dream it frozen.

But for the creeping deadlines I just want to flee,

With nothing but an empty husk working with all these.

The sun is too bright, it makes me hard to see.

So I drown myself in bleakness, to turn away from thee.

Yet the moon, the moon, can you treat me as your child?

I hope you soothe me, but you are too busy.

Now against the sunlight, I run with all my might;

Against the moonlight, I sleep to be awake.

Only at that time am I powerful as I should be;

Am my ideas all reaching, brimming with the midnight's glow.