A good night

depression on an endorphin high

I could die tonight
and even that would feel right.
This hauntingly, soothing tone hangs about my ears
like the spider's web to eaves.
And that star that shines so bright
that usually whispers 'it'll be alright'
tells me instead that 'it's a good night to die.'
A good night to die
or a good night to write...
She speaks with an accent you know
and is often misunderstood.