Past Midnight
It’s that time of the night again, That time where people become Everything they hate, Vulnerability’s gate is open, Surrender
Should’ve thought it out, Could’ve planned it leaving no doubts, But I foolishly fell for the clocks futile trap, As I continued looking for that one and only map,
Trying to locate which way was the fastest way to get home, I looked up and saw the kind moon like a dome, My heart stopped beating for a millisecond, I had drifted off again and found my home,
Finally stuck again in the cage of my mind, What good will the powers of my mind bring? I can control all of this with the wink of my eye, But still suffer and yet I choose this over waking up.
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Posted May 14, 2018, 10:33 PM UTC