Awake & Alone


Deep in the bosom of the gentle night,
Is when I search for the light,
Pick up my pen and start to write,
I struggle, fight dark forces,
In the clear moonlight,
Without fear… insomnia.
Faithless, Insomnia

What have I done, what did I do? How could I have been so reckless with my own self, my own mind and my own heart? How many times will my life be scarred? How many times will I fail to learn? My own stupidity, my own mistake.

I am done, I am over. I am cold, I am alone.

I am awake.