Sometimes these nights are reckless, wild and empty.
They mean nothing at all.
Tipsy moonlight shadowing my skeletons as they move in the closet.
Breaking down to the rythm of my fear.
Plunging my heart into a tangled dysphoria of an unknown identity.
My mind runs guns blazing ,knocking at the edges of my head .
Driving me to my grave .
I dig up a hole in my bed and bury myself.
I toss and turn ,frying to the heay of my misery.
Searching all four corners of the earth.
Trying to find one that belongs to me.
One that will suit me ,like the rainbow in the sky .
But my troubles are far from over ,they are building up a house in my mind and settling in.