Stillness

The stillness of the evenin'
deafiningly shouts outloud
sueing for a peaceful interlude
before the dawn blushes the horizon

For Icannot stop the night
nor deny the fact I can no longer fight
My body frays
My spirit fades

Ay,
Hail Mr. Edison
thanks for the neon
that makes the moon
seem like a dim lantern

But can you light up
the wrecked soul tied up
inside the blackening hole
Once I called conscience?