Quiet Ramblings

It's 1 a.m and my mind is failing me

I am made of
midnight ramblings,
incoherent thoughts strung
together by awakened
nightmares,
that lurked in the corner
of my desolate mind when
there is light.
And now there is naught
but the darkness that
finds it's way into my veins
and pumped by my heart
to every inch of my
body.