it's 8:35, night time and my mind is rather pregnant with black and white.
bizarre cut up emotions queue up for their turn
my eyes well with tears,
but ain't enough to drown my fears,
not enough to redeem a soul in torment.
it's 9:12 and Ghosts appearing right before me,perhaps my mind is getting hazy.
I miss the stars and the moon;
maybe tomorrow they wont stood me up.
I feel i'm dying as i see myself
crumble as the night deepens...
it's 3am...
staying awake is the only cure
watching the Grim Reaper struts a pompous scene
to lure my soul to step unto the forbidden,
I stand firm,
not blinking an eye, nor falling asleep
let me stay awake Oh God, until my son wakes up.
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