The world is shattered, the day is over
and nothing is what it seems.
I close my eyes because night is nearing
and I can retire to my cyberdreams.
Reveries of barely concealed desire,
taunt and torment my melancholy mind.
I succumb to sleep's enveloped enticement,
and let my forgotten soul unwind.
Your face haunts from sadistic shadows,
illuminating dreams like the full moon.
My happiness turns to hostility because
the night will be over far too soon.
With the arrival of the traitor sun,
your face will, once more, disappear.
I will search in vain for you
and cry because you are not here.
You seem a million miles from reality,
some distant time, some distant place.
I lie alone on my empty barren bed
and curse the tears rolling down my face.
With a hope that dangles dormant,
until I am claimed once more by night.
I rage against the racist rising sun
and turn away from the newborn light.