There was something particularly cold that hot night,
something particularly dark that moon-lit night.
Whatever caused the giggles
did not possess me that night.

My four-cornered room
Frightened my four-chambered heart.
When i needed inspiration,
all your did was instigate an un-necessary complication.

My mind swam in water,
my thoughts deep like a crater.
Trust was always the issue,
the tears and the paper tissue.

Oh did i pray to sleep
and all the remaining night pass away,
the comfort near,
and the pain far away.