The Night Talks • Vents

tar lips

like a demon
the ones kids drew
from their nightmares
thats what you are

your claws grab my mind
every time i close my eyes
they dig and make them red
denting bags underneath them

night
can you please let me be
at least one time
so i can catch up

i miss out on so much
im too busy sleeping
but waking up
and feeling heavier than before

your lips are poison
and i dont have an antidote
your tongue is medicine
that makes me high

i dont want to be high anymore
i want to be sober
let me sober up
please night