Late nights

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As my head lays motionless on top of a soaked pillow While my empty music fills the void of the room at midnight Blank eyes illumanted by wrung out lyrics I know you'll never be there  right in my hour of need
The voices around me makes me wanna do something I shouldn’t. Can you get underneath that, interpret that. Understand on a subatomic level the danger of those words no one will truly comprehend.
3:50 AM I wish i knew how you really felt. Are you here because you choose to be here, or because you felt that you had to be?    I wish you knew just how hard i've tried.
3:50 AM I wish i knew how you really felt. Are you here because you choose to be here, or because you felt that you had to be?    I wish you knew just how hard i've tried.
It’s clicking marbles off a blank wall. It’s half-grown thoughts overgrowing half-grown thoughts overgrowing half-grown thoughts. It’s the glass of water and the glowing edge of a door.
I find her ivory skin and enticing grin far too consuming to resist. She finds late eves as moments of peace betwixt my fuming of nicotinic mist. And the laughter from her heart—
Something has claimed my skin as it's own, Engraved their thoughts into my bones, A walking corpse with intentions uncertain, My mind stays closed, while my eyes are wide open.  
7/24/13 Tick tock its 2 AM tick tock been too long awake
The moon seduces you The shower massages As the walls hold their breath Stunned by beauty Fresh is your face Your skin is smooth Scents of strawberries
I sit by old candlelightin the dead of nightfinishing my workwhich has become an irk.Now I cravewhat is unattainable by day(unless you live in a cave).The succulent silence of slumber
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