I will hem the night into a dress and belt it with the stars,
I will make shoes out of the fallen trees to help me get somewhere far,
I will paint my lips red with thorns of the rose,
And glorify the waning moon with the song of the insane.
I will leap into the sky and hop from star to star,
I will cover myself with the darkness as if it were some silk,
And I will catch the moon in the palm of my hand and then let it go be free.
And when the sun begins to rise I will return to my cave,
And reminisce on the nightmares that have been haunting me.
I will make a bed out of poison ivy,
And sleep a sleep I do not wish to dream.
I will dream a nightmare of me falling eternally,
Or be cast in a pit of fire started by me,
Or drowning in black water,
Oh, why even bother,
Running from these monsters haunting me.
And when the sun goes down again,
I will relive the night,
Because no one can see me in the dark,
But in the light I am uncovered.