A quick slip into the abyss (sweet surrender to the night)

Light slowly fades through the window shades,
Shade by shade through the shades of gray,
Until the night gradually takes over day,
Settling heavily across the room like cloudy ink stains.

His eyes finally adjusted to the dark,
Followed by his mind, and then his weary heart.
While desert days have a way of being long and hard,
Nights alone with one's own thoughts is without doubt the worst part.

he surrenders his soul to the cold new moon
and the specks of its diamond and silver blooms;
scattered, shards sparkling across the sky.
he presses his weary face with tightly closed eyes,
against the chilled pitch of sombre midnight,
head throbbing, softly sobbing deep inside
as salty dewdrops; condensation,
crawl across the wrinkles in his crinkled brow
and the haze of his sweltering mind...

...Roll up your sleeves,
Expose the veins,
The parasite needs
To feed again,
It looks in your eyes,
Seduces your brain,
Forces you to your bed
And to whisper his name
So, stab by seductive stab
You pretend that there's no pain...

...no danger behind the demon's jaws,
that tear at your throat and desperately gnash,
no reason to fear his greasy claws,
that dig at your heart and casually slash.

let's burn down the rotting, weathered past,
standing at the edges of the places that haunt,
splashing on gasoline and striking a match
so we can finally decide what we really want

no longer cowering in shadows, wrapped in chains,
waiting to remember how to forget again:
the monsters and the faceless, the heartbreak, the shame,
the ghosts and the skeletons sharply pointing bony blame

let's make ashes of closets that now house demons bare fangs,
make him panic, scramble, as we tear up these floors and start again
or else he'll just sit in your silent corners, mentally burying your living tomb,
staring with those empty, bloodshot eyes, forever just another elephant in the room.

For now, I am here,
Trying to pretend;
Perhaps fantasizing to myself
That this is the long sought-after end
To the cycle of this endless trend,

But I know that the only way
Out of the dreary dark
Is through constant,
Cold and often stark,
Brutal honesty...

To crawl your way out
Of your accepted prison bed
Boldly accepting reality,
Torching all the rancid
"Yesterday things"
To start again fresh,
To create a better destiny.

Hand in hand we all can stand
Tall and walk forward and free,
I promise I'll be there for you
If you'll be there for me.