starring nights

how do I describe such night hours? where solitude fades it's monotone colours, deliberetly gazing over one's fallen off figure, still remember the nights caught being labelled as triggers, thy weeping was all too profound, even spirits don't hear me around, how could one count the stars? when one's so full of darkened stars, musing dreams caught being terrors, thou fallen off in echoes of solitary errors, O, thou dost reign, a sovereign of the night, and with thy darkness might, and in thy silent freight, as on shabby moonlights, the engulfing company exists in twilights, tracing down blurry times, longing poetries no longer rhymes, -hm