Idle

I let night swallow
me whole;
a strange solace
in the waning of my soul,
my tattered form lying
beneath the crimson glow
of the blood moon.

Blind to it's lunar
light, the colors
of the lonesome night
-lost on my eyes

-eclipsed-

as the shadows whisper
through the parting
of my lips
words without meaning,
and apathy resigns
me to idle
daydreaming