There is always a random night when the darkness swallows my insides.
Fogging up my thoughts emptying my soul. Silence draining all my memories leaving nothing but heavy breaths.
Time's forever stuck at midnight and my body's glued in my bed.
My only beating heart is all I have.
Empty but at least beating.
As the earth chooses to stop from spinning, letting its other half dwell in the shadows facing the void of existence; I am drowning with this sadness, with this darkness devouring my soul and emptiness ******* the life from my eyes to the tips of my toes.
Silence crushing my last ember until its ashes are all that's left along with the dust of my senses.
For no reason, there is always a random night filled with despair.