Purple $wag

After Hours

Never coming down,
I was running away from facing reality
Wasting all of my time on living my fantasies

The darkest ones. The deepest ones. The scariest ones. The loneliest ones.
Wondering when did you become like this. Where did it go downhill, what was the trip like to these dark, chilling, lonely corners of the night. Was the trip as lonely, as cold, as dark as the destination is? Were you finding joy in darkness, or you didn't see there is any because it is so dark it's blinding? Or were there any blinding lights? What made you lose your mind that you're here?
Empty, so empty. You don't want to see, you don't want to know, you don't want to hear. You don't want to think. Please stop, please stop these thoughts. Who's doing this to me? I can't be the one doing this to myself, this must be someone else's bloody sadistic joy, watching me pouring myself all over with blue blood. Cold blood. Warm body. Cold tears. Quiet breathing. All of a sudden, whatever is your best company is your least one. The music is no longer fun. It's over, when the music is no longer fun. Do you understand? The music is no fun,it causes pain. My best friend causes me pain. Music causes me pain. It brought me tears. It brought me panic.
It's not working out, is it? It was too nice to believe. It was too nice to dream of. It was all a dream.
How ironic.
Waking up no longer means light. Waking up means experiencing the raw, chilling, harsh darkness. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you expected? You knew this, from the beginning. You knew the raw truth, but no hide and seek ended with forever hiding. The truth is searching for you, whether you like it or not.
Run, when you hear the sirens coming.
You hear them for a reason.
You always heard them.
You gave so much of yourself, that you lost it all.
The biggest crime, of all.
Again.