I can't even think of anything to say.
the clock shares a bloody red light with darkness:
and here I sit alone next to a sleeping giant,
a handsome mess of black hair dreaming
while I sit awake, trying not to cave in on myself.
My eyes won't close because as much as I'd like to listen,
to the sweet melody of his breathing,
the fucked up nature of this world digs into me and I can't rid of such an evil mess,
fermenting in the depths of my fuckin bones while everyone seems to be okay.
laughter in the midst of a terrible nightmare slices through the atmosphere
a painful memory within a rare breath of fresh air.