• Somehow this ceiling,
    Grows dimmer and pale white,
    After the hours that I,
    Spend watching it fall down,

    Spinning endlessly,
    Fails to pay attention to this,
    Rotating on a dime,
    This fan is nothing to me,

    Because in one day,
    Fail to notice, refuse to care,
    Stare at sad walls,
    Emotions bleeding around,

    Insomnia reeks of it,
    Mischief and bitterness alike,
    Clasp a hand in the,
    Moonlight and crisp air of night,

    Trace the shadows,
    On the subtle fingertips now,
    Wait for the sunlit day,
    To break over the horizon to call,

    Probably should have,
    Noticed when it wasn't real,
    But the loneliness is,
    Insufferable, so die all alone,

    Take a break slowly,
    Bring the air down to inhale,
    And sigh, awakening,
    From a sleep that wasn't reached,

    Lazy blinds appeal,
    To senses yet begun to fade,
    Close the closet for,
    The morning that will come,

    Anyways..