An Allergy To Sun

White lights-sunrise-landslides-basement walls
Bright light -bright eyes-despise these phone calls
I’m laying in bed all alone in the dark, mourning pictures of a brown haired
boy with a smile
I’m alone in a room
I’m alone in a crowd boarding up the doors and windows to keep me in — to keep
you out
Curse of Chiroptera, curse of the night eyes life subterranean until my mouth
fries
Lurk living lonely, lurk living alone
Blades, shovels and black duct tape at least
Until the sun is shown-oh yeah and you can see the footprints in the morning
And you can kill it sleeping
You can kill it while it sleeps
Silent vigils for my heart beat
A lit candle for hope is all I keep
A child’s funeral for which I weep
And you can turn the lights off when your leaving