from the notebook
on worshipping warmth, and dying in it anyway
The dullness of the light And silence of the night. I swivel around you, While you shine too bright.
This warmth is life, I assume Warmth is all, I consume While you watch me burn, You reign in this doom.
With ticking of the clock Closer to death's door, I knock. Warmth still dear to me I continue on to gawk.
Drowning in ocean of light Refusing to put on a fight. I bow down to your tactics Dying in this silent dim light.