I don’t thirst for the sun when it’s gone

When the moon’s hue is shining above
The blue light is blinding my eyes  
It’s gentle when burning my skin
It’s warm for the coldness inside

The darkness fits me like a glove
It smoothly cuts all of my ties
It’s tenderly hiding my sins
I blindly made it my own guide

It’s buffering all of my screams
I cannot recall brighter times
As far as I see in my dreams
The sun has been out of the skies

I look within myself to find myself within my path

The answers are denials for the questions that I ask

The truth was never hiding, it was resting in it’s nest

But you can only find it by abandonment of the task