Sometimes when I am in bed,
Laying in the dark,
I listen to the cars roar by
From silence back into silence.
The silence is so loud, I think I may go deaf,
And the darkness suffocates me.
As I lay,
I feel the dark closing around me.
The silence is consuming,
And my thoughts permeate the total blackness.
The world suddenly seems so big,
And I so infinitesimally small.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
Sometimes when I am in bed,
Laying in the dark,
I listen to the cars roar by
From silence back into silence.
The silence is so loud, I think I may go deaf,
And the darkness suffocates me.
As I lay,
I feel the dark closing around me.
The silence is consuming,
And my thoughts permeate the total blackness.
The world suddenly seems so big,
And I so infinitesimally small.
