I feel the darkness coming back;
It’s been away a week or two,
And so I crawl inside the crack
Where I can hide myself from view.

I’ve tried a lot of other ways
Of dealing with the falling night:
I’ve met with friends and drunk for days,
But none of them has served me right.

And so I set myself apart,
As much for others’ sake as mine,
And tell myself, without a start,
There wouldn’t be a finish line.

As such, I think the dark shall pass
Like sunlight through a pane of glass.

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