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.
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC
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.
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