If I could command the demise of light,
I would not know this ache and woe
And my eyes might dim and battle this lonely fight.
I would sleep a sleep in a blackened white.
But, Illumination, my merciless foe,
Holds strong to antagonize and hold me tight.
Have I not endured enough truth in this bright
Hell that hath created a glow
That stabs my brow and robs my sight?
A darkened existence knows my plight,
And where it breathes, I wish to know;
My pillow, a weightless sail in the night.
Silence the whisper, pull the teeth of the bite
Which struggle to never let me go
To reverse its affliction would give me delight.
Do I dare to dream a hope, a might?
Will the radiance ever let me go?
If I could command the demise of light,
My eyes might dim and battle this lonely fight.