Shut out the lights,
It’s time to sleep.
Kiss me goodnight,
Then leave me to weep.
Shut out the lights,
Put out the flame.
I’ve ran out of fight,
In this pressure game.
Shut out the lights,
The guests are gone,
Close the door tight,
Don’t wake until dawn.
Shut out the lights,
Tonight’s the end.
Burn out bright,
Too late to make amends.
This cold. I breathe it in, and with it I inhale a sharp stab of pain. This cold courses through my veins and chills my heart. Then it poisons me, and clouds my thought as my conscious slips away so does the humanity I once clung to so desperately. But then I see the sun, and feel it’s warmth. Feel it’s warmth. Feel it return me to the arms of the happiness I once knew so well. I’m coming home.
My Moonlit Night. 