Night Sweats

Darkness falls and shatters,

the shards cutting into the stars.

They bleed the blackness

of infinite gravity

over shimmering light,

with a beauty so futile

that it parodies sanity,

and me watching blindly

ignorant of it all.

I stand stupidly naked

staring into the oblivious sky,

dressed only in my doubts

and questionable denim,

longing for the energy

to dance on the graves

of my failures left undead.

Instead, I sigh past the emptiness

and collapse into a laughter

of tears until the dawn,

when the stars' endless death throes

play on to another audience

behind the curtain from me

'round a planet gone mad.