At 2am, oftentimes
when I am still awake in my bed,
locked up inside my dimly lit room,
I stare at my silhouette
and scribble something random.
Some thoughts that unmasks my soul from reality,
thoughts that expose my heart naked,
becoming a little more vulnerable,
as tears fill my eyes,
I once again break and fall,
like the darkness in the night.
All I think is about my failures and devolution,
as the night wind pushes me inside the darkened vexation,
and now I am gasping for air,
like life has been sucked out of me,
sinking deeper and deeper,
that the dangerously devil and devastatingly sad walls of my room,
are collapsing on me,
terrified with the feeling of never evolving again
I cry alone, completely scared,
enduring the breakage and cuddling within myself,
I find some solace in the caverns of my chest.
Thinking that these thoughts are worse than the nightmares,
I still lay awake at 4am,
as fragile as a life that I own,
as sensitive as dewdrops,
ready to be carried away
with the first breeze of dawn.
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