Feels like day has ended with the sunset of overthinking,
fear of dark heals what daylights were bringing.
Silence hides here often,
bias of colour disappears.
Wounds come out of hiding,
with no eyes chasing to pierce.
Scars ache less as mirrors lose the game,
pages written or blank read the same.
Noises make you think,
reality and dream become inseparable by a blink.
When succumbing to a corner becomes a choice over being on the roam,
that is the moment darkness feels home..