Is anyone else hearing this?
Sounds creeping and crawling through my ears,
as my soul trickles down like tears.
Is it a hum? Is it a whisper?
or is it just my fragile mind,
popping like a big fucking blister?
I hear it, I listen to it, I know it’s there,
but at the same time,
it can be anywhere.
Maybe it’s a mosquito,
buzzing in my head.
It stings my brain and leaves me dead.
All I know is,
the sounds and whispers are alive and alright,
but I’ll sure be glad
if they fade into the night.
Sleep, and close your eyes, rest.
I rest my head every day,
On a pillow so soft, it keeps me safe,
It catches my dreams and thoughts
Judges me not, and knows who I am.
On my bed, I sleep every night,
Safe and sound from any fright.
Dreams all gone, not in sight,
My brain turned off, with all it’s might.
Sleeping does wonders to a man,
Especially my pillow and bed.
They hold me tight without a fret,
Eyes wide shut, long day ahead.
Dream up a new self, for yourself.
In the absence of feelings
There is no time for healing
In the gloomy night sky
He saw hope midst the darkness
A glistening bauble of belief
Like a cricket chirping away at nothing
His unhinged howls to a screeching halt
A sudden pause, out of nowhere
Trees moving with the night wind,
The only sound heard now
Camp-fire shines away with the stars
With thoughts of desire,
Similar to those he had at the bar
He enters his tent feeling broken
For love to him is the grand token
Lying down atop crumbled sheets,
His small sleeping bag provides the company
Holding him to sleep,
To hopefully dream up a new self
For himself…