Pitch black

Pitch black is my room, it's 2 o'clock at night

A sudden squeak of mouse, or a screech of bird at flight

And the swoosh of running fan, no more sound there is

Oh so pitch black is my room, full of silence and some peace

No light outside as well, they put off their lights and slept

Just one pale streetlight that glows, oh so pitch black they have kept

The sky is also dark, cloudy it must be

Pitch black it is as well, the stars I cannot see

But a corner of my bed, gets a patch of silver light

Pitch black was my room, but that corner seemed bit bright

I strained my eyes outside, searching for the moon in sky

Saw it peeping back at me, just a way too high

Pitch black my room might be, but I'll crawl to the corner and-

Put a hand there and sleep, to keep some moonlight in my hand.