Tonight,
The streets have fallen
Silent

Only the fan is
To be heard,
That is,
The fan and
The million voices

Sometimes I think about
Walking down the street and just
Registering myself for the
Mental hospital

Hoobler Hobbler:
He brings only fatigue.
He is but just annoying,
He rarely does intrigue.

Even my brothers are
Extremely irritated so,
For they cannot do anything
Since he really cannot go

For even a strongman like old Mal
He cannot move this hefty tonne,
Both Adsel and Luke alike
Their words like an empty gun

Frank cannot do anything,
He just perches there to watch;
Mike and Blake hide in their hole
And Rooney's but a blotch

Oh this fascinating team
For once they really can't control;
This heavy weighted sleepyhead
Has just worsened this hellhole

Hoobler Hobbler:
It's not just the fatigue,
He also brings along chaos
But still doesn't intrigue

Oh could you, for once
Just keep it down!
I just want some peace
I don't want to frown!

But you shout and scream
All in my head;
You disagree while I'm
Stuck in bed —

I'm getting desperate
Can't you see?
But I don't want to entrust
All this to he

I just want some silence
One night is enough,
But I guess this is just
Another wasted puff

Phone taken away.
Anxiety levels have just
Shot up by 300%

What if someone calls
What if she's dying and it's important,
What if —

I can't think of
Anything else,
With the phone
It's already bad enough
But now, without, it's just
Ten times
Ten times
Ten times
Worse

Heart beating,
Mind racing,
Can't calm down
And now,
Can't express

Phone taken away.
I am fuming mad,
Because I'm worried.
And I don't want to
Talk,
Especially not
To you

Phone taken away.
Lost.
Worried.
Confused.

Oh dear mam,
I wish I could stay
But you see the trio,
They're coming this way

Oh little tears, little tears
Oh can you please decide;
Can you roll down those familiar cheeks,
Just take them as a guide

Don't clog up this little exit
And please don't just stay there,
Don't jam up my already constricted throat
Just let out all this despair

Oh little tears, little tears
Oh can you please decide;
Right now, I can agree with you that
Maybe I should've died

A crazy, mad decision,
Probably foolish too,
But I shall call on them
To come for me
Just hope they don't stick
Like glue

I have never felt
This awake
Talking to
Nobody but
Myself

All of them gone tonight,
Yet my eyes refuse to close and
My mind refuses to rest

I used to think they were
My commas to my sentences,
The neverending "and"s,
But now I've learnt that maybe
They were the full stop to

The end.

One in the morning and
They're still screaming

As I lay here once again
And for once, on this night,
The trio are nowhere in sight

I am but left with my
Mangled thoughts of worry,
Still recovering partially

Oh do I feel what I feel?
Because for once in my life,
— Or least this night of the calmest strife,

I feel nothing but this strange
Guilt of some sort,
But why?

Oh please
Let me not
Be another of
Your burdens

Why can't I
Shake off this feeling of
Impending doom?
Like something's happened
To someone or something,
Perhaps it's going to,
Perhaps it's already happened.
What is it?
What is it?
What is it?

Oh please,
Just don't bother about me tonight.
My thinking's just *******
And my brain all wrecked...
Oh please,
Just don't bother about me tonight.

I reread
Over and
Over again

That conversation

And I just wonder:
What the hell
Am I?

I feel so lost
Without those
Layers upon
Layers upon
Layers of
Masks and
Masks and
Masks and
Masks.
I feel extremely
*Vulnerable

Tonight is a
Good night to
Die.

Tonight, I am torn again
Because I am who I am.
And because I am me,
I am judged for it.

Tonight, I am torn again,
Because I talk to
Voices in my head
And I can't sleep or seem to eat

Tonight I am torn again
Because I seem to have lost a friend
I know I must not be mad
Yet there seems to be no end

I don't want to answer questions
Oh those I've had enough,
Would you please, please,
Just let me be tonight because

Tonight, I am torn again.