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Lunatic
Once again, I can’t sleep
I can’t close my eyes
And truth be told, I don’t want to
I won’t give myself up to my internal darkness;
My internal struggle
I rather die than face my fears,
All playing before me in the darkest hours of the night
And darling, don’t promise me safety
Don’t promise me love
It’s all been promised before,
And it still hasn’t arrived
Tell me:
If I die, will this nightmare end?
Will I finally be able to sleep without monsters taking over what I dream?
I always wake up scared
Crying, a shivering mess
Oh, love
It’s getting harder
Eventually, I’ll have to end it
You know it,
Yet choose to ignore it
Don’t say I never warned you
Don’t say I never said a single thing
I spoke my mind
I voiced my fears
I spoke and screamed,
Until they called me a raving lunatic
Yes, that’s where it got me
Speaking out brought me here
To bed of dirt
To my own, self dug grave
I can’t close my eyes
And truth be told, I don’t want to
I won’t give myself up to my internal darkness;
My internal struggle
I rather die than face my fears,
All playing before me in the darkest hours of the night
And darling, don’t promise me safety
Don’t promise me love
It’s all been promised before,
And it still hasn’t arrived
Tell me:
If I die, will this nightmare end?
Will I finally be able to sleep without monsters taking over what I dream?
I always wake up scared
Crying, a shivering mess
Oh, love
It’s getting harder
Eventually, I’ll have to end it
You know it,
Yet choose to ignore it
Don’t say I never warned you
Don’t say I never said a single thing
I spoke my mind
I voiced my fears
I spoke and screamed,
Until they called me a raving lunatic
Yes, that’s where it got me
Speaking out brought me here
To bed of dirt
To my own, self dug grave
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