Darkness peers in at me from the window,
Regarding the small circle of light
With ice and death in cold black eyes.
Glass reflects my sallow face imposed
Upon the night; the candle and shadows
Distort my life to obsidian dreams.
Darkness waits with eager countenance to devour
Light, and everything that dies is held to know
The inside of the mouth that fades to black.
Patient for the mourning, I see empty spaces
In my heart and holes where atoms hold no sway.
I find the night within my arms, and slowly fall.