7/16/2014
Awaiting Midnight
The darkness consumes me,
Swallows my thoughts.
In return fills me with emptiness.
Strangles my heart,
As the thief it is,
Steals the air from my lungs.
Though I find myself coming for more.
An aching desired for that time,
The hour of prison.
Maybe for a sense if control to choose my own poison.
Or maybe I enjoy the rush of fear,
Find comfort in the sadness.
I'm the end I am Awaiting Midnight
