Night

Late at night, when most rest

Thoughts don’t count

No consequences

Fantasies mount

The silence is an exercise of control

All unsaid

A film for the night

But eyes don’t lie, skin goes red

I don’t know how you do this

You don’t even try

But here I am sick

Trapped in this lie

The worst outcome, no doubt

One I never envisioned

Trapped with my thoughts

At night, I’m imprisoned

It’s probably degeneracy

Some missing screw

To cause me to imagine you

In the ways that I do

It’s a concept popular in film

It excites housewives in literature

For those who truly experience it

The urge constricts like a ligature

Dumb for even writing this

It’s lame as fuck

Wasting time, teasing myself

Becoming more stuck

I know you’d be disgusted

These thoughts are forbidden

I just have to go the way of Freud

Burying, keep this hidden

Wait for the night

As the clock turns

I play the movie over

Scorched with burns

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