The darkness never sleeps...
but it dreams of me
it only thinks of me...
while I attempt to rest
while I try to consume my mind with nothingness on those days that I feel
trying to silence that whisper within me that works overtime to feed my brain
tired lines and overused lies that I have nothing to truly offer
like I'm the dirt beneath the surface that
lies beneath that surface
with the stench of pain and old wounds from the souls that were put on this earth with blue print to hurt me
on the days I feel lonely that darkness...
it never sleeps
all it does is day dream of me and that pretty smile
looming over my mind working overtime to make sure it turns my smile upside down
because I am not meant to have peace
my world was not designed for
tranquility because I have so many things
working against me
but the only thing working against me
more than anything else is me
the darkness within me?
it never sleeps...
but it dreams of me.
but I soon learned that that darkness that never sleeps..
that darkness is me.