I want to know why

[pandorastoybox]

I only sleep if the sun is rising
If I sleep at all.
I want to know why

I round corner sidewalks' twisting
Only under the coldest hues of night.
Why do I want to go

But never to arrive?
I know why the stars hide
And the sky is red,

It is angry.
Why does death feel like
Sitting still and ever thirsty

Drinking to be unquenched,
Lacking any lasting
Satisfaction and color

Matters more than
Anything else?
Why the fascination

As paints blend, bleeding such
Electrifying blood,
Shattering my disenchantment?

I want to know why.
I want to know why.
I forgive myself.