Incandescent Nightfall

A dark day

I get up, 

From my withered bed, 

Feel the floor

With my cold feet

And know it's a morrow, 

I push the window, but

The sun is nowhere to see. 

A table shining, 

laughing alone, 

'Sit on me, 

I shall eat your brain, 

There shall be no sun

For you, 

So sit on me slave, 

Forever'

I obey him, 

Sheets and ink

Rest on his sly skin, 

I write and write, 

Like no other day.

My nerve would say its morn

But then its eve, 

Miss Time ran away, 

No time for you she would say, 

Now it's dark, and as I see, 

There's the moon up above

But no glee, 

Just my laughing table and me.

My withered bed is calling, 

I should go to sleep

For the wily laughs of a new day

And tales of running away.