Midnight

Its nearing midnight and you think you're alone.
But you're never alone- we're never alone.
Something in the thought that the world is sleeping
Numbs you, but you don't know Numb, you can't feel it.
So you strip yourself down and your soul is bare.
You scratch at it
You naw at it.
You don't feel the pain because you're thinking about Numb-
And if you ever felt it.
Something in the way the night shrouds over you makes you feel careless.
You could take over the world if only you could stand on your own.
But you've got this Crutch.
And you're heart is heavy.
You'll drink more coffee and you'll dream about Tomorrow.
You're future is uncertain and at times it doesn't exist.
At times you'll sit in that doorway clutching your knees
Those calloused knees,
Those weak and powerless knees
Your tongue is dripping with things to say.
Salivating by years of Selective Mutism and an Aching Heart
You've been tripping over metaphors and singing in the dark for so long now you can't breathe.
You don't want to breathe.
So you take a deep breath and you chuckle sadly to yourself.
It's only a few till Midnight when you realize you don't really want another day.
You tell yourself if you never sleep again, don't dare to blink.
This day would never end.