no reasons, apparently
no sadness, no bad omens
just eyes, that won't shut close
other nights, you feel alive
with less noise, and high pulses
wide waking at three in the morning
but some nights you find peace
amidst everything; the crying
there are also nights when you feel weak
restless and anxious
like the world has turn
and all is left is you and you alone
some nights, time seems too fast
like every ticking sound make
seems hasty as your heartbeat
last night was different although
it was sad, and everything paces really slow
but of all nights i've had
i fancy those filled with undying silence
i lay there motionless, still
and nobody seems to care where i've been
these are the nights worth dreaming
for they are reminders, the least
that even the heartbreaking silence
and tragic scenes, most
are to be gone by morning
