In The Midnight Hours...

Darkness upon you, you lie stubbornly awake,feeling the cold wash through you,so explain this cold sweat.The silence is deafening, make no mistake,your mind its still reeling from the life that you had.Your heart cries for someone to talk to,to share the good,the bad.

So you close your eyes tightly,till the white light prevails,peeking in through the darkness,prickling lights of hell.Turn on the music,turn the television to loud,nothing can block it-take a pill then,your allowed. 

So drugged and morose you drift into sleep,wrapping your arms around yourself,your all you have.You awaken to loudness,television still blares,feel the heat of the sun,its stark, glaring stare.

Regretting the pill,oh,you still feel drugged,pull the blankets back on you,up and over your head.This sleep will be different,its the sleep of the dead,finally even your too tired to listen to the thoughts that can't be said.