And one by one the stars began to dot the blackening sky, as if someone was marking points on a giant black canvas,
Some shimmered, some hidden by clouds while others simply stood still, like spectators in the dark, forced to, against their will.
My back began to ache, I've been too long on the hard, cold floor, lost in thoughts, mostly memories which walked back through the door.
Funny thing, this head. It keeps track of all things you best forget, Things which have no future, no hope, no scope to hit the target.
The silence around was deafening, it was aiding the voices in my head, Voices of me, maybe someone else, maybe nothing, slowly being fed,
By this nothingness inside, my mind is just too preoccupied to react, as all things of the past, one by one kept coming back.
Was it getting colder outside? Or is it just me, I couldn't really tell, This battle that raged inside my head, was too firm footed to be felled.
I just gave up the fight, and decided let it run its course, That's the least I could do, I didn't want it to get worse.
Its just a daily thing, I wonder if it'll ever end, Its getting harder day by day to pretend.
I just want this to be the last act, the curtains to be drawn, I just want this night to end, and rise with a brighter dawn.