White light, White heat

I miss you, London.
and Summer too.

THE DREAM HOMES OF INSOMNIACS

Followed the night, got caught in a fight
lost sight, of that one guiding light
Drunken ballerinas prance in a centaur-like fashion
lit fires burn my mind
I walk through forests but only to find
the only one I ever loved
left me blind

I don't think I'll ever belong
to this sphere of time
Numbing myself to not feel the now
The show is over

(and I take a bow)