Blackout

Distant sun,
Silhouettes,
All the birds return to rest.
Night creeps in,
Silently,
Moonlight floods the eyes of prey.

Shivering,
In the cold,
A hermit's dark abode:
Man lies dying,
Soft and still,
The sun remembers his grave.

By the lake,
In his world,
A poet writes a verse:
Cuts it off,
Writes again;
Perfection seldom stays.

Images
In my head,
Insanity slowly spreads.
Wipe them off,
Can't be done;
A conflict with the mind.

Hands go stiff,
Pupils wide,
Feels so light and bright inside.
Rush of liquid,
Through my veins,
Planned a vacation from this world,

Goodbye.