Why don't I want to sleep,
do I earn for a few extra
paltry hours in a half light
basking in a realm of quiet stillness
filled only with the sounds
of murmured fakery.
What warmth does the yellow glow
cast on the walls by
lonesome floor lamps afford me.
Outside of the door is blackness
and inside of the door
is merely an illusion of lightness,
black will descend as light recedes.
Do I fear my dreams in the dark,
in the place where life walks true-
am I scared to be the demon
that hides within the bed.
Where will my midnight musings take me
when unbridled by my walls
left free to roam through every thought?
Where did I leave its food?
I fear I left it where I tread the most
in what should be dark recesses
but now have over grown my mind.
Maybe I cling to light to not be overthrown,
by the parts of me that have grown wild
in my absent, uncaring ways.
What now lurks within the empty halls
of my sad forgotten heart.
Maybe we will reconcile and I will be
chased into the light,
or then again those beasts within
may get the best of me
and I will live a nightmare
till I wake again.