Late at night the world stops
and I can think, and I can feel...
things that are masked or numbed by day
come crashing to attention by nightfall.
These sad and self loathing thoughts are deeply embedded into my mind
and they plague my soul.
The hours of the moon pass one by one as I dwell in the dark somber mood that has succumbed me.
And when morning comes, I wipe my tears, and I feel nothing.