light filters in.
i can’t sleep.
i tried to block it out,
covered my windows
but it still creeps around the corners.
i go outside.
the stars don’t shine.
they got these complexes
so lit up
that it washes out reality.
darker.
i want it darker.
i need it darker.
don’t fuck with my circadian rhythm.
take your fake light
and stick it where the sun don’t shine.
i want to see the stars
in the dark silent sky,
the milky way, swirling
above me.
i’m resisting the light you bring.
it’s a trick.
and i want it darker.
