The gaping night whispers to the lonesome teenager
Noughts and zeros and mistaken conclusions overcrowding thought
stars and planets reflecting solar light draughty space hindering orbits
streetlights and insomniacs dilute this soft darkness with their glows
Life a predictable resistance every square inch of the world
Screaming outward a declaration of being and existing
Digging in with claws, roots and concrete foundations
In attempt to stave off the inveitable
Nature swells consumes and inhabits
While we cling to our diminishing lives
Never observing the night itself
For the night doesn't cling to anything, it purely releases
I say this by accident for it screams as loud as we do
The night doesn't cling maybe you were just decieved by daylight
the twilight of dusk clings shamelessly to day
like an insomniac unwilling to surrender to sleep
holding onto the emotional stew and venom
choking on the irrepairable events of life
Holding on when all is lost and gone
buidling a shack afore the hurricane
Vein dread and resistance beautifully obsolete
streetlights guide you back to your apartment
Each step in the bounds of that illumination
desperate resistance against the soft darkness
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