Max Fomitchev-Zamilov | Poetry and Prose

Максим Фомичёв-Замилов | Поэзия и проза

I
The night looks in, so cold, so deep,
I love its quiet stare.
The sun comes red, it makes me weep—
I fucking hate it there.

It burns all day, it will not die,
cheap plastic in the sky.
I slap mosquitoes, curse, and cry
and watch the days go by.

Refrain
Oh, nighty-night! Please take me home
I’m yours and yours alone.
Oh, nighty-night! Please let me stay—
Don’t waste another day.

II
I thought I killed this world at last,
I danced when daylight bled.
But morning laughs and drags me back—
I’m never truly dead.

So let me sink where dark is king,
I’ll cheat the light somehow.
I’ll kiss the night, I’ll learn to sing
forever starting now.

Refrain
Oh, nighty-night! Please take me home
I’m yours and yours alone.
Oh, nighty-night! Please let me stay—
Don’t waste another day.

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