I sleep better

I sleep better in the dark
In the dark that blinds
The soot that tricks the eye
A sleep without sleep

The dark that sits
On a chair in the corner
Eager to listen
To the gush
And the slicing sound
Of a heart on the verge
Of cracking itself to death

To a heart inflamed
Bursting into itself
With things that burn
Crashing into its folds
A million times
Reciting its own pain

I sleep better
Without sleep
When weeping has a veil
When the screaming rolls
In silent volumes
Quiet thunders

Until the light licks the room
And I’m ready to mimic it
Into another day
Until I return
To the darkness
That has buried me
Over and over
And over