Waiting damnly in the glory of dark

Shooting darts frequently with eye sharp

Knowing it will pierce a hole out to the light

Only at any one time as the target is hidden from sight.

Waving up the hands

Loud praises flushing in the ears

Smiling broad to slit the corner of the lips

It arrives gushing away all the previous whips

Success that has reached you forms moments of joy.

But it brings a key to a new room of darkness

Hoping that you dont sleep in there

Unless the eye shuts with the silence of goodbye.