Artificial Night

Shut the door

Turn off the light

Close the blinds

It's an artificial night.

 

Shut out the light,

The blinding white

Give me the dark

I want an artificial night.

 

It's midday,

I wish for midnight.

Go away,

I need an artificial night.

 

In the dark

No one can see,

My mistakes,

Or my inability.

 

My limbs are part,

Of a tree.

Use them for wood

Burn up a part of me.

 

I'll go and hide, 

You count to three.

I'll go inside

And cut off the electricity.

 

I am so tired, 

That I never sleep at night.

Burnt down to the wire,

The circuits in my head are fried.

 

 

Shut the door

Turn off the light

Close the blinds

It's an artificial night.

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