Many a lonely night whispered through my ears,
Traveling through the long hollow of emptiness.
The dark outside merging with the darker inside,
Passing through an endless tunnel.
Is it never going to end, my ordeal?
Sometimes the pain is a bit too hard to bear.
Tearing through the layers more and more;
The sharp edged knife rips apart the soul.
Hours and hours of blankly staring at the wall;
Waiting for the night to be over.
The tick tock of the clock being my only friend,
Fades in the early sounds of the dawn.
The deep caves of darkness that sit below the eyes,
And the old elastic of the corners of the mouth,
Sure love the empty rooms and the empty pockets
Of the worn out jeans and leather jacket.
Outside the world moves like a movie,
And inside life goes on in a motion slow.
Like the flat tyres of a bicycle
Moving through a bumpy road.
Perhaps life is all about perception;
And dark it appears in the shade.
But what if it's just a way to cover,
The dark from the blinding light.
