Snuff Out

The days are cool, The nights are cold. My laughter fools, My smile holds No need, no want, no spark. The minutes strain, The hours bruise. My memories wane, My thoughts refuse To bleed and haunt and mark. Wake my heart From its cold slumber. Count its beats To bursting number. Flood my chest With ghost sensation. Wipe the dust From past elation. Ignite my flame. The days are warm, The nights are hot. My feelings storm, My stomach knots. No grief, no ache, no blow. The minutes bless, The hours heal. My hopes caress, My instincts feel No thief, no snake, no foe. Cast my heart In jaded shadows. Send my trust To ruthless gallows. Starve my need With cruel silence. Strike my hope With quiet violence. Snuff out my flame again.