Sleepless nights, in disarray;
and on the mattress that I lay,
I stare into the dark, so bright,
and wonder how I've lived my life.
I see the Moon, glaring strong
from where I was sitting all along.
How have I found so deep a hole
in which to crawl and hide my soul...
Why must I lock away my heart
as if it were never torn apart.
I cannot turn back the hands of time,
nor can I remove you from my mind.
As I lay, third eye with no sight,
I start to drift, to start my night.
My eyes now close on so cruel an Earth,
as my vivid dreams begin to birth.
Created: Sep 18, 2010Document Media