sick of the sun

what is to say about the sun-

i’m bored of it, it is no fun-

it yells all day and burns my skin-

i hide inside where shadows win

but moon you see when daylight fades-

and only when the dark prevails

you come out soft, you never shout-

you let me breathe, you let me out

under the moonlight’s charm we gather-

and there our greater senses falter-

we whisper things we shouldn’t know-

the night keeps secrets daylight won’t allow

we dance in silver, slow and wrong-

our hearts forget the morning song-

we trade our names for quieter ones-

made out of mist and almost-gone

and when the sun comes up to shine-

our tears are washed away by light

everything we felt turns fake-

like dreams you lose when you’re awake

i miss the moon when day begins-

i count the hours under my skin-

waiting for the dark again-

waiting for the dark my only friend

only when the dark prevails…

only when the dark prevails…