All night awake
Trying to search through my brains
Trying to make sense of my pains
Trying to hear what I am saying
Does anyone up there hear when I am praying?
Do I need a speaker or dance around insane
Before I get a reply or help from the Saints
Because this sadness is becoming so hard to tame
All night assessing my life from a crooked eye
Some truth of my life are hard to swallow, they are cyanide
Like a dark room, one bulb doesn't illuminate the darkest side
Should you decide to enter, I would need to rearrange and put the reals aside
I am just a person
Trying to figure out a lesson
Trying to fight being a pessimist
While confused like a blind man writing in cursive
Don't want to wake up cause reality is taunting
Don't want to sleep cause my bad dreams aren't stopping
And I am not Joseph, so the interpretation isn't forth coming
But I could relate to him because my betrayals, I never saw coming
Checking my pillow, soaked in tears, saliva and ego
Soaked with thoughts of how I can make it out of here
While my body doesn't make effort, no
So big my thoughts, resting on a thin mind,
Like a polar on a thin ice, it's too much to bear
About the Creator
Harydo Neon
I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
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