Midnight just stands there
It watches me with a stare
He doesn't like to sleep
Yet he sleeps with everyone but me
I'm calm as it storms
In this mental fire I am warm
I'm not without but within
As I let midnight in
There's a hollow in the sounds
Resounding through the pounds
Of my insomniac heart
In the silky black dark
He was made in the light
But lives in darkest night
Solemn and upright
Like a high end socialite
He makes me feel alive
Before the sun slowly dies
A dreamcatcher for my dreams
But nothing's really what it seems.
Jan 18, 2020
Jan 18, 2020 at 3:02 AM UTC
Midnight just stands there
It watches me with a stare
He doesn't like to sleep
Yet he sleeps with everyone but me
I'm calm as it storms
In this mental fire I am warm
I'm not without but within
As I let midnight in
There's a hollow in the sounds
Resounding through the pounds
Of my insomniac heart
In the silky black dark
He was made in the light
But lives in darkest night
Solemn and upright
Like a high end socialite
He makes me feel alive
Before the sun slowly dies
A dreamcatcher for my dreams
But nothing's really what it seems.
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