in the darkness, i see silence
at these hours, i feel alive
i hear calling, but it's all in my head
who else is awake at this time of night, anyway?
there is nowhere i can turn
no place where i can run
no hiding my exposure
no way to become numb
there is no escape, just myself and my thoughts
and the sound of silence
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lunar sadness // poetry of the insomniac
PoesíaTRIGGER WARNING; mentions of abuse, self-injury, drug use, sexual content, etc. read at your own risk. poetry is mine, most lyrics are not. i'll give credit to who wrote whatever. everything in this book is relevant to my own emotion. enjoy.
