why would i like to linger on dark skies you may ask,
how could i even love to loose myself in this dark ?
i've grown to hate aggressive light and ambient noise,
it makes me really insecure, although my brain isn't completely destroyed.
let me tell you that silent sleepers make no sounds,
and they ain't making harmful talks, burrowing more wounds.
i also love to keep dreaming of being somewhere else,
a never ending imagination of being someone they wouldn't 'hate' ?
you called me a dreamer but i'm the one who doesn't sleep,
and i'm exhausted of trying to count those bloody sheep.
at least nobody can see my poisoned tears falling down,
waiting for my moon to be slowly crumbling down.
i prefer when everybody is peacefully sleeping,
when nobody is going to criticize my whole being.
i also love to take long walks in the freezing late hours,
it lets me imagine how we could make this beaming world ours.
tonight, you explored a bit of my weakened soul and got your answer,
on why nights make me feel like a withered flower.
