Shade pulled over yet another 24

What's more to the breach of a day

The realm of the night the solace of mine

the struggle in and out of its needs

Dichotomous in nature as without is to want

Or the fuel that feeds the machine

Perpetuity not on hand. Not yet, not here

Yet it holds that without is the same

The covenant of ire the sunset that looms

Beauty that blankets the flames

Anguish can’t stand in a field of just one

How it works what I’ve found in the deep

Recesses of mine time after time

Why I just dream of you when I sleep