The night hides danger

In its stifling cloak, it holds those mysteries 
which make us shiver with fright.

Behind a curtain of repressive black fog,
I can only watch as fangs, teeth, and claws
hack apart the truth of the sunlight.
I love the night;
nothing could keep me from the starlight,
watching the world crumble
beneath cosmic fist

I thrive here, where others die,
allowing the empty landscape to rejuvenate
my tired form; sight drains me
when I would rather close my eyes
and simply feel my way forward

I grow weary of the garish glow
of others' judgements, shortsightedness,
observations upon a tarnished mirror,
while only some of us

have truly learned to look
behind a wall of pure blackness - 
pure, unadulterated blindness

and begin to find the sunset,
glowing on the horizon...

The night hides me