Friendly dark
My room is filled with friendly dark
filled with all of the blackness in my heart
charcoal spreads as night light deflects
reflecting on the mirror at the vertex.

A shielded bunker in which I hide
or confine myself to which is less of a lie
everything in my room is grey
alone on the rackety bed I curl up and lay.

The TV is a means to an end
I count the pixels and pretend they're my friends
watching them change like it's the first time
I've seen the saffron turn to saphire in your eyes.

A time wasting plea to end my second thoughts
a state of unconscious lores
vague memories I couldn't afford to store
I hope I dream of you once more.
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