Apr 28, 2008 06:01
a phantom of the night that haunts me still
a relentless fight that spills
into the streets and fills the stone of a heart
that resides in my fragile chest that grows ever so dark
with every breathe in and every breath out
with every tremor and sigh my mouth lets out
with every toss and turn under the shadow of night
every screaming dream as I run from the light
hiding in the crevices of my mind
seeking for what I'll never find
all I want is a peaceful night of rest
it is my right and I'll do my best
to keep these demons at bay
as I combat the sun's burning rays
but I can never find suitable rest in this bed
I just toss and turn as these thoughts overrun my head
I close my eyes to half past midnight
and open them in spite
the clock reads 1 am and yet I'm still awake
as hard as I try to fake
the feeling of a fading conscience
none of this ever makes sense
the hour is late yet I find no sleep
at 2 am the cycle repeats
I toss and turn some more
how absurd that sleep is a chore
instead of a welcomed vacation
I've missed the sandman's invitation
to the dreamworld I am destined for
instead I get up and pace the floor
trying to wear out the rambling thoughts
that escape my methods to have them caught
to trap these insomniac fiends
and to erase to pain they bring
all i want is to slumber away till dawn
instead I feel like a pathetic pawn
in this nocturnal game of chess
I feel so powerless
when faced with the impossible task
to forget the sins of the past
and to ignore the scars around my wrists
and to drift off into a endless bliss
a symphony of colors
a festival like no other
a spiritual parade that revives the soul
and fills in the gaping hole
that tears me apart at the seams
and when everything around me seems
like it can't possible get worse
and i can hear the engine of the approaching hurst
i can feel the grain of the coffin as it surrounds me
and i can smell the scent of fresh dirt all around me
i remember those few sweet words I heard oh so long ago
words of encouragement that lift me when I get low
"Though the sorrow may last for the night
His joy comes with the morning"
this verse only serves to fuel my fight
and give me strength to deal with my mourning