kiss of blackness

Life feels alive when the clock strikes midnight.
There is something so freeing about being
the only one up to hear my pitter patters.

While you lay in bed, I’m up and running,
creative juices flowing like bottle service alcohol.

Life feels good when you let yourself be
the person you were always meant to be.

A night owl, the life of the party,
all eyes on me as I dance the night away.

There is something so beautiful about
that cloak of darkness enveloping me
as I give it an embrace,
the kiss of blackness,
that sweet freedom of the night.