My weird poetry

At the end of the street

Standing at the end of dark
Is making me think
Walking into the end of light
Makes me so tired

I want to wake up
But I'm always asleep
Being here is killing me
Black Colours wave around

Dreams are stronger than me
They collaborate with the man of sleep
Against the person of myself
Songs are crying into my face

Hands on the ears
Open mouth to hear a
Silent scream