Quiet nights tend to get the best of me,
The awkward silence devours what's left of me,
My thoughts have an appetite for the carcasses of the things that would make me reminisce,
Those same things I sacrificed to witness bliss,
The temptation of tomorrow sends my mind astray,
While I continue to push one away,
My body takes a toll of pain, my mind feels sorrow,
As my rage tends to ignite, and I look for feelings to borrow,
Since the burden of my own seems to heavy,
Yet the dam to keep me from breaking down has a rusty levy,
Thoughts of being on bended knee seems to take flight,
While I wonder who has me in their thoughts to keep me up at night,
I've become employed in someone else's dreams and a stranger to my own bed,
Reality laughs at the simplicity of life that I give complication in my head...
