yog-sothoth 9 :
death at solstice

the fire goes out
and the fear dies
darkness dissipates
lightbulb overcompensates
for the unattended sunrise

i promise
to treasure those tiny pains
hidden in that secret drawer
little pieces of me, and more
more vivid as the moon wanes

insignificant
it's just a silent scream
i read you your last rites
then turn out all the lights
and go back to my dreams