Dim the incandescent lights
So that darkness consumes me
As I bequeath my feeble sanity
To the lull of the restless night
And medicate on Mirtazepine
To facilitate fogs of perfected moods
In eyes drowned in eternal sadness.

Dim the incandescent lights
So that when my blue veins spill
As fissures coat my callused flesh
To the stilfed cries of the blue-black sky,
And drown the voices in my lonely heart
Blurring the skies into precious diamonds
Embarking alone into sorrowful tomorrow’s.