Still Awake.

Keeping herself fragile,
Protected.
Creeping in and out of windows
One at a time.
She's wasted
High.
Can't think straight
Can't remember won't make sense
Tomorrow.
He comes to comfort her again
Say its all a dream
Says that it's not happening.
But nightmares come alive in him
When he turns out the light.
And he holds her down tight,
Feels his warmth of her neck.
Feels the warmth of his
Of his.
Makes an impression deep
But never leaving marks on the outside.
Every single touch he makes
It's out-of-sight on you.