I live to bask in your glow,
If nothing but a single ray of that light. 
Do not deprive me of your voice when words flow.
Just maybe, together we could vanquish this night.

Better yet, bring your words to life with the crackle of a spark. 
Then etch them on my heart with beaming eyes -
Eyes that must behold a life so stark,
A life stained and crusted and traumatized. 

Why has the glow faded and with it hope?
Of course, night wins, as it always does.
But your voice, your voice, your voice, makes me cope.
Your words form a scab where a heart once was.

I live to bask in your glow. 
Must I now seek your ephemeral light? 
Feed me as much of it as you can bestow,
And together we could just rip the scab right off this night.

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