Involuntary
Late at night sometimes
I start thinking horrid things
About myself.
No, not in the sense of self loathing
More in the sense of my own mortality
And how hopeless I am in the end.
Involuntary actions and reactions
Like our heart beat, it just happens for us
But is keeping that life muscle going?
What's to keep it from just "Stopping"?
Why wouldn't it just get fed up one day
And kill itself within my warm chest cavity?
What if that one night I decided not to check
The locks, stupid complacent habits fault
And a stranger, a knife in the dark, enters in our sleep?
I stay up late at night sometimes
Involuntarily it seems, of thinking about
Other involuntary actions that just happen and are there.
I stay up late at night sometimes
Second guessing the days actions and what ramifications
Will await in the morning.
And when I awake unscathed the next morning
I know I have a whole day of freedom from my thoughts
At least until the night time falls.
I start thinking horrid things
About myself.
No, not in the sense of self loathing
More in the sense of my own mortality
And how hopeless I am in the end.
Involuntary actions and reactions
Like our heart beat, it just happens for us
But is keeping that life muscle going?
What's to keep it from just "Stopping"?
Why wouldn't it just get fed up one day
And kill itself within my warm chest cavity?
What if that one night I decided not to check
The locks, stupid complacent habits fault
And a stranger, a knife in the dark, enters in our sleep?
I stay up late at night sometimes
Involuntarily it seems, of thinking about
Other involuntary actions that just happen and are there.
I stay up late at night sometimes
Second guessing the days actions and what ramifications
Will await in the morning.
And when I awake unscathed the next morning
I know I have a whole day of freedom from my thoughts
At least until the night time falls.
♠ ♠ ♠
I'm sure i think way too much at times.But when you look at things in a cynical pessimistic realistic manner and tone, well, sometimes the end results look a little something like the thing you just read.
Call it poetry, call it a ramble, call it a damn shame, but I'll call it just a simple way of me helping myself fight those late night demons that do come when you sleep.
Cheers.