Tired

Tired
the kind of tired you get
staying up long enough for regret
no time is set
irrelevant to your mindset
turning like cogs after the sun disappears

stars glisten in the night
silver tears
morph them into pretty glass bottles
and let rationality topple
like bricks crumbling off walls
no, we are nothing at all
we are but dust off abandoned shelves
left to collect upon lost memories
framed in the halls

echoing there in the darkness
A hallucination of something better
its only a flicker
and then its gone

So very tired

the kind of tired you feel
when old wounds refuse to heal
when broken hearts have no shield
to protect them from the cold of steel
the kind of cold that never yields

and when finally my eyes close
I wish to never open them again