late night madness
Here I sit the broken shell of a man, I try to sleep but the waking world shall not set me free, all I am is trapped by my insanity.
I close my eyes and darkness there, hopes and fears and pain beyond anything I have to compare it to.
Alone, sad lonely and lost. I have nowhere to turn and no ear that well pay me heed. What is a man to do?
Broken words, shallow phrase, I must sound like a lunatic talking in circles. But it makes sense to me, as I sit here wondering has my mind finally snapped or is it that I simply can no longer hide what I let sleep deep within my soul.
I wish for answers but only silence there and nothing more, sadness darkness, emptiness forever more.