Turn on the Dark

Everything feels so short
the moments, minutes, days.
The typos, lessons, games.
It all washed away
and I'm drifting astray.
I don't understand
nor can I now grasp
How close and how far
those moments here are
When you offered your soul
and I cut down the toll.
I feel so confused.
So short lived, unused.
And it seems I can't write.
Not notes, and not strife.
So I'll turn on the dark
And call out...