Those nights I'm awake.
The nights my energy stands still.
Milleniums in time they take.
They deplete my temper and bring chill.
Frozen dream asleep already.
Gone away from his owner,
While conscious he stares steady
and awaits to be swalloed by the corner.
Darkness temp him pleading loneliness.
Refuse, how could he?
What could he find in a room of emptyness?
Which answer could it be?
The memories of the sad past
gather their forces and charge in packs
After so much resisting they found him at last
Its futile to have have the tricks and know the hacks.
He's down on his knees crying to be left alone
but night presses forward like a dark beam
The cold reaches him in muscle and bone
only then sleep reaches him and he can dream.