It has past midnight and I'm wide awake.
My thoughts are wandering around,
When all they had to do is to shut the hell down.

This feeling.. I hate this feeling.
It's like, a part of me just want to sleep the pain away,
And the other side of me wants to keep me down in the dumps.
There's a reason why I don't like being alone through night time.
It's dark. I'm afraid.
Fears will eventually enclose and surround me
They'll take me to places where I shouldn't be.
It'll let my guards down.

Sigh.

I wish I was someone else.

At the stroke of midnight
(Supposedly the time when
Witches with pointed hats
Fly on ancient brooms
In the dark sky)
I feel a chill run down my spine
A new energy filling me up
And a sense of belonging to another world...

When the air is still
And crisp
And not a sound is heard
As the sharpest of minds
Do wander
And fixate on the absurd
When the dark is
Overpowering
And the witches thrive
Is when my soul
Starts to awaken
And I feel the most alive

Maybe I promised myself
To never say
"I have no friends"
Because then I'd sound selfish.

But sometimes
I'd rather not call them 'friends'
Because they seem happy
Without the need to drag me.

Sometimes
I wonder what their life
Would've been
Without me.

Would it have been better?

Maybe I'm too heavy. I'm sorry, then.

Wishes on for hours
Ending bliss
A stolen kiss
Envious glares
Becoming unaware
That there's a signal
To the stares
That keep her there
Unprepared for
Rushes of sin
Sparkling tokens
Lost,
In an effort
To change
The way it's
Always been