As i lay here unable to sleep, the thought begins to creep to escape in the night
The days anxieties have been too much, they lay there as a burden on my soul as i lay a burdon on my bed.
The thought creeps again, escape in the night, the dead of night. They'd not know uve left 'til morning and by then ud b untracable!
So yes escape in the night, the dead of night. Moving as a cool night breeze unotice til it ceases.
Escape into the fright of the night. Moon is is the only light that beaming. Its light kisses the earth gentle and silent like my footsteps.
But what am i escaping? Can something come of the seemingly nothingness that has become my life?
Yes esacpe the nothingness into the dark of the night, the dead of night, on that cool dreadful night.
Escape into the night fore eventully night turns into day.
So as i lay burdening my bed i realized, i am the night. Escape the nothingness of myself for another day
