MIND ON MILLER

take your lights

throw them out

sit in the darkness, with your thoughts
with no one else
and cry

because your tears can't drown you
and, well, someone else's thoughts
might kill you

better to be without
and to love
at least the loudness

in hearing nothing else at all

so you scream
and no one hears
so you cry
until someone fears

for you, for your thoughts
for you to hold on tight

to the life that hides itsef
to the abuse that never opens in wounds

until it finds a sordid fight
the creepiness outside your door, the ghosts that burn to take flight

so turn out the lights
keep it all locked up
for a goodnight