Here I go again guess i'm up again
Can't dream but I can't plain complain
Miscellaneous mischievous thoughts are on my brain
Can't seem to drain this live of pain
waking not just once or twice it's like I never sleep
My thoughts so complex I get lost inside them
When I try to undermine I can't wrap my mind around 'em
Not all who wander are lost but those lost can't even wonder, my mind ponders in a stance like i'm free to lie
If they're free to buy, guess freedom is still alive
But to dreams i'm a prisoner
where there can be no visitor
I am hollow and I will live forever

here i am
staring at the screen
full of words typed out by you
" i broke you", you said.
broken,
yes i still am.

"i know nothing could ever mend it(me)"
and yes, nothing ever did.

those words got me stuck.
stuck in my world,
your world,
reality.

stabbed, i was,
by the lingering thoughts
of why you left without a word
without an explanation.

the memories i wish to erase,
are the hardest to forget.
those were the times i was the happiest,
and those were the times i can never get back ever

again.

she is an asylum,
her walls drip blackness
writing every word
that neglected
to slip past her
teeth,
she sleeps on
****-stained spring
mattresses as the
clod tiles bite
at her heels,
hair and skin hide
beneath her fingernails
as palms are twinged,
the padded walls
whisper screams
of coercion; wrists
bound by silence and
tightened by insanity.
to bedposts
rusted,
her hands retired on
ridged thighs
hugging her
goosebumps with
convulsions of agitation.
her mind
scratches melodies of an
insomniac,
the flickering lights choke
her vision and blind her speech.
a room of contradictions
irregulating regularities
intoxicating sobriety
hallucinating reality,
the muffled screams
that weave through
the fibres of the
pillow clinched tightly
in her lap harmonize
algorithms that pull
each padded wall
towards her howling
being — centrefold the room,
as the walls hug her body
she awakes and paints
antonyms to
perpetual despondency

Hello 1 o'clock, or good morning if you will. Not really good, more of a why?
Not really a should, more of a cry for help, as it seems, my insomnia is playing tricks on me.
1 o'clock; when I lye in bed thinking of all the things I should've said.
Why do you talk about her like you've known her for years? Water escapes from my eyes resembling fear. And why do you talk about all these other girls as if they're the ones who are giving you their love? It makes me so upset, when push comes to shove and I tell myself I should just shut up, but you make me want to never stop. Because you act like you listen and you say that you care but these words are repeated to every feminine ear.
It's not my fault you were born a charmer, it's my fault that, I wear your non protective love as armour.
I'm such a fool, but a fool who wants to fall for you.
Jealousy runs through my veins more than blood, oxygen is substituted with the love drug.
You make me feel like I'm enough and nothing all at the same time, you bring a presence of butterflies to my stomach.
I wish 1 o'clock would stop it.

I cried today, are you going to call me emo?
What if I told you the stars weren't shining tonight?
This scene is darker than I've ever seen it before, you know.
I don't know what's going on, and why there's no fight.

Put your dukes up, I can fight you all night long,
I might pass out during the day, but it won't be for long.
You don't scare me anymore.
I've lived with you for what seems forever.
You don't hurt me anymore.
You're nothing I can't handle.

I watched the black fade to blue, to yellow, pink and red.
I'm magic, man, yeah, I'm magic.
Instead of sitting here at three AM, you'd think I'd be in bed,
but this brain functions differently; it's such a *****.

I saw a bubble of burning gas ignite before me.
And I watched it glide across the galaxy,
until it burnt out for 12 more hours,
and ignited again west of my face.
I wasn't afraid. I was never scared.
I've seen this setting in this exact place.
I was never afraid. I wasn't scared.
Too many times I've seen that gas be blared.

I cried for an hour straight after the gas died.
This is another endless fight.
I think I asked for it, even though I tried,
to admit I am afraid, I don't understand this night.
It turns to day, it goes on and on for me,
I watch stars cross the galaxy, and clouds cover them up.

Precipitation clouds my way sometimes,
and leaves me stuck inside to write some rhymes.

Man, I'm magic.
While you're in a land of fluffy white, clean socks, and happiness,
I'm quite content here listening to the rain.
Yeah, it can be tough, living with this brain.
Yeah, sometimes I get lost in the pain.
Get lost in the burning in my eyes.
Get lost in the burning of the sun.
The stars
guide
my way
each night.
But not to bed.

I am an insomniac, if you didn't already get that.
and right now, the sun's about to come back.