2:30 blinks on the alarm clock,
The shadows in my mind settle in,
The echoes of my pain as strong as old whiskey,
Do the thoughts ever end?

I lay awake at night and wonder,
Do my eyes long for sleep or for joy?
Where is it, where are you?
Is my sanity only an illusion?

Cracks of thunder roll across the night sky,
Lightning flashes my room full of color,
My muse is a pen and paper,
But even muses can become the thing that haunts you.

I'm gonna think of this when I'm old,
I'm glad I long for the wind in the night sky,
Instead of wondering when it will die,
Wasted time kills a man, but he can take it back.

I feed off of the dimming horizon,
The silhouette of a life haunts me,
It draws me to the immense beauty of those I love,
Beauty is haunting, and it will never define me.