I hear my heartbeat through these Headphones The ones I use to blast loud music Through my ears.
I lie in bed awake Scrolling through a book That educates me With its morbid writing style And straight to the point attitude.
I like to be awake at this time When it's quiet and the roads are free When the birds are asleep When the thoughts in my head Become pulsating.
I write at this time As my mind becomes a little less Corroded And a little more free.
As I look outside my window The street lamps shine upon the Unholy ground And I take a picture With this old camera Of that house where she used To live.
I've never been one for loving myself Or stretching out to anyone I've always kept my feelings inside Trapping them As my world collides With obstacles.
I lie back down The early hours are becoming my friend.