Light hurts my eyes
What a metaphorical statement
But I find it hard to focus
Looking at the brightness
Of my telephone
Trying to type something meaningful

I can't fall asleep
I've worked forty-five hours
In the last three days
And with all my pain
I've decided that sleep couldn't heal me
But the ***** can destroy me

So I'm talking out of my ***
Writing whatever thought comes to mind
A drunken fool
Who just got off of work

A drunken fool
With love in my heart
But pain in my soul
And I'm reaching out
To whoever is there to
And reaching back

Could it be you?
If your the lucky one
If I'm lucky
There would be someone

I enjoy darkness
I need light