The worst of the night
Is that creeping fatal doubt
That leeches onto my spirit
Reminding me I'm not good

The worst of the night
Is that familiar aching
Deep in my heart, no
The aching that is my heart

The worst of the night
Is recalling the whole day
And remembering what I
Should have done differently

The worst of the night
Is knowing tomorrow is coming
No matter what happens, it comes
And my demons wait for me

A day without sleep I finally nap
Awoke at four in the afternoon
And, oh boy, do I need more sleep
As my eyes keep trying to close up
And send me back to violent dreams

I woke up on my comfortable Sealy mistress
And turned of the alarm on my Apple iPhone 6
I walk into the kitchen and turn on my Keurig machine
And I put in my Dunkin Donuts medium roast coffee
I set my Starbucks coffee mug beneath it
As its filled with two teaspoons of C&H; sugar
I turn on my widescreen HD LG television
And start up my Amazon Kindle Fire HD tablet
I order some Dominoes pizza for delivery
And put in a Walt Disney movie
I proceed to drift to sleep on my JC Penny's couch
And I dream that I am nothing but a sellout

Forget the rules
Follow the rules
Learn the wisdom between the two
And remember that sometimes I'm wrong

That's how I write
And honestly that's how I live
And love, for that matter.

Fill the sky and shine a light
Make this night starry bright
Unveil this shy, bashful moon
Remove it from it's cozy cocoon

Crack the sky and split the air
Make it tear and fire a glare
Ignite it with lightning and screams
Terrors will be your dream themes

Burn us down and slay us all
**** us crawling and let us fall
Never build your towers up
Drink from your poisoned cup

And when we're all dead and gone

Fill the sky and shine a light
Make this night starry bright
Unveil this shy, bashful moon
Remove it from it's cozy cocoon

Ignorance is bliss
Yet I must admit
Arrogance kisses
Much sweeter indeed

Like a sweater in snow
Your mother is cold
The pattern is checker
Move to New Mexico

The antelope of old
Yet stories seen
On a blanket bold
In yellow and red

I met my muse this morning
I put a bullet in her heart
She knew too much
But now I can't write

Oops

An apple fell from a tree
As I tried to breathe
The color violet
Which I thought was brilliant
But it filled me with rabbits
Who wanted some porridge
From this refrigerator door
Which I meant to plant in my living room
So I could marry my little loving broom
Which was pink and red and dusty
Like a flowing dove in the sky
Flittering bright and high
Only we live to sleep
In bathtubs of clay
Which I'm okay
As they are deep

So I'm bad for having a bleeding heart?
I'm supposed to have no heart like you?
Turn a blind eye to the suffering and agony?
Chase my own ambitions, leaving the weak to die?

No

I'm not a forlorn person like you
Maybe I'm being taken advantage of
But I'll make that sacrifice every time
It's not worth the price if I'm wrong

Your dissolved hope has poisoned your inner self
And you reek of the stench of apathetic death
How many bodies do you pass without even caring?
You are an abysmal blight upon humanity

Maybe you're just too scared to care
Maybe you're just too scarred to care
But I have my own terrors
But I have my own scars

What's your excuse, again?