Yet another night,
I sit and let time pass.
Know it isn't right,
Eyes stuck unto my glass

As I sit and stare,
I gaze at my reflection,
As if I am aware,
I look in my direction.

But the eyes staring back,
look dark and empty.
What is it that I lack?
It's not narcolepsy

A window to my soul,
a phrase quite literal,
A sin tho, didn't know
the toll is more than physical.