Light hurts my eyes
What a metaphorical statement
But I find it hard to focus
Looking at the brightness
Of my telephone
Trying to type something meaningful

I can't fall asleep
I've worked forty-five hours
In the last three days
And with all my pain
I've decided that sleep couldn't heal me
But the ***** can destroy me

So I'm talking out of my ***
Writing whatever thought comes to mind
A drunken fool
Who just got off of work

A drunken fool
With love in my heart
But pain in my soul
And I'm reaching out
To whoever is there to
And reaching back

Could it be you?
If your the lucky one
If I'm lucky
There would be someone

I enjoy darkness
I need light

Tonight I discovered something.
After all the time I spent putting my pieces back together that your lies had so effortlessly thrown around...
I realized that you couldn't be honest with me
Because you couldn't be honest with yourself.
And that's a big deal.
Because for a long time you were the closest thing to Truth that I thought I had.
You were the closest thing to feeling whole that I had ever found.
And when it was over you had me lost for days.
I lost my mind and I lost myself.
But now that I've put all of my pieces back together
I can clearly see that it was you who were the lost one.

You speak to them like they're ****,
Address them with adjectives I wouldn't like to take,
Mock their misery, and laugh at their pain,
Act like you're their God,
When really all you are is vain,
And I wouldn't care,
Except fate has me associated with you,
Which is more of a shame than pride, most times,
And I'm a little more sensitive to people's emotions than your self centered, ugly heart ever could be,
I'd correct you, teach you right from wrong,
But I'm afraid you're going to sing your own song,
And fanned with my disgust,
Be even more rude to them,
The only thing you are capable of.
*******.