night.
By Tonerman
Night comes. Always does. I get bored. I get sadened. I get depressed. I get suicidal. But it's night. I should sleep. Shouldn't I? I don't. Insomnia. How many, Hour tonight? Six hours? Five hours? Four hours? Three hours. I never dream. I have no dreams. I need no dreams. I forgot last night. I forgot last week. Memory fades. Best that way. I don't want it. No need to recall. Burn the memories. Like photos in a fire. BURN THEM ALLL! For at night. They come to me. Seering my mind. Like a sodering iron. Burning my mind. Kill the night! Before, It kills me. Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 05:39 PM PST 21 • 18 • 1
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"Night comes...."