Nightwatch Elegy

Dead stars... 
this is where they all go to die.
The low, dim celestial overpass
relics, cast in the corners
as shadows drift across the cold basement wall

fade lights
i'm not coming back
sail on by
sleep forever

The attic's cold...
and cold is the comfort received.
The black window, a frame to the night.
In this solitude, no one will find me 
dancing on the edge of eternity.

fade lights 
i'm never coming back
sail on by
sleep forever