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.
When you fall asleep with someone's arms wrapped around you, their eyes closed, feeling the gentle tickle of their rhythmic breathing on your neck, and you have the overwhelming urge to kiss their sleeping lips, then your thoughts will not be of yourself at night, I guarantee you, lol. and the only thought of your own mortality that will enter your mind will be "dear god I'm glad I'm alive..."