Poet's Pit

Oh night, are your tired eyes resting still? Or are you leaning over the window sill? Waiting for someone to nudge you deep Wanting to fall over into an endless sleep Dreading for comfort that left you again Trying to escape past few centuries' pain Oh night, are your tired eyes resting still? Or do you remember all the ones you kill? Blood on your body giving you weird calm Deciding next target for the shivering palm Robbing someone's dreams for the night Running away carrying their flickering light Oh night, are your tired eyes resting still? Or they nominating and writing last will? Hoping the final rest to engulf any time Struggling to swing down very last dime Walking the night to find the final "rest" Perhaps for last time leaving your nest

  Flashy lights and smoke encircling What a great life, oh so enchanting Cups overflowing with liquor of riches Clicking bottles, screaming bitches I walked with them and fake laughed Dragged my first puff and I coughed Settling for the cheapest beverage I listened how my life's just average The constant, nagging need to fit in Has already broken me from within Everything's fun and games on crack Until my inner demons scream back I avoid the entrapments to avoid me My vulnerability is not for world to see I'll drink fancy liquors slow and dull Pretending my glass is always full