why moon why?
can't sleep
eyes won't close
weighted drowsy eyes painfully held open by the dawn of day.
no words emanate from lips sewn shut by fear
fear that the new day will bring more fights
and another piece of you will be violently torn from me
the new sun peeks up over the horizon and
light pierces every dark corner in souls locked away in night's ominous shadows
obviously, mine has been neglected
darkness pours out of mine like a cup with a hole in the rain
I rock myself to sleep in my own little corner
here no one bothers me
not even you
whispering thoughts of insanity ??
or perhaps even pure genius??
but still nothing makes sense...
what have I left to destroy?
in my presence yet another bottle of Jack empty
to add to the collection I've been making all night
and an ashtray full of butts
a razor in my bloody fist
trails of dried blood drizzle patterns on my forearms and legs
how pretty I think
but she's not me, she's that bad girl
but me. I'm still tired
but can't rest
won't stop
until my riddle is solved...
perhaps, just maybe, the meaning of this life
why was it me that had to go through all is torment?
the man upstairs doesn't like me I guess
I'm a joke
can somebody please tell me something....
maybe humor me a little
I can't sleep, I must stop the new day
but like always
it's too late, the sun has begun to rise
the moon has betrayed me yet again.
