His lantern stings my misty eyes,
But a gray veil rolls in and softens the glow.
A final twist, A final squeal,
And exhaustion sets in.
I've felt it often without result,
Without seeing dream worlds
And waking refreshed.
Looking for trouble was the best sedative.
The knife withdraws with a whisper,
“Lullaby and goodnight with roses bedight.”
Faster with my back pressing the flowers into the gutter.
This bed is colder than mine and grower colder,
But the world happy-fades and the pain's all right.
I think I will sleep well tonight.