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.