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,
I realise,
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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