Your body assumed its proper form when my fists tore it apart!
What is it about the cast of night
that rearranges my mind?
It's only at night that this happens.
It's only at night my mind swarms with
fear of death and the cosmos, the why,
the what, and the how of life. Why I'm me
and a bug is a is bug and all that shit.
During the day, these thoughts disappear.
I don't care about the god's twisted designs.
During the day, I am not a selffish bastard.
During the day, no one can see me cry.
But then the day breaks.
That's when I start to get cocky, thinking I'm
so fucking special, no one thinks the way that
I do. And maybe I am....see, told you.
Only at night, do I wish to live forever. Only at
night do I wish I was anyone but me. Only at
night do feel the feelings I wish I didn't feel.
Only at night do I ask myself the same question.
The question in the back of my throat, choking the
blood to my brain:Why must I die?
Only at night am I so lonely. And as much as it hurts
to admit, I know its for the best.
Listening to: NIN:bROKEN-LAST
Reading: The Punisher-The Slavers