Whatever gets you

through the night, at this point, is

probably just fine 

The cage needs filling 

and the machine needs blood to

run optimally 

There was once a dive

bar called the Blarney Cove where

it was always night

Slowly chip away 

at the layers of yourself 

searching for the truth 

The light twinkling so

beautifully tonight comes 

from an old dead star 

 Blind tears fall for fields

 of flowers whose beauty hides

 the decay below 

A nocturne during 

the day is better than a

bugle blast at dawn