Nightwalker
Walking through halls Towards an unheard calling Legs scissoring slicing Hours to seconds The night seems to never fall Combatting the loneliness A stubborn opponent I'm always falling short It seems Of the rest in the state Of dreams In this house, I'm wandering In my head, I'm pondering Exhaustion atrophies Building complexities out of the basic Getting stuck in the mirrors Searching for images in the shadows Nothing ever seems any clearer Wishing it all away I turn on the light And pretend it's day Until the sun creeps to the horizon To consume the moon and the toll it takes For once again it will soon be rising Written October 29th, 2001 © on Oct 29 2001 01:54 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Walking through halls..."