I lie in bed, getting no sleep. I twist and turn, as though my sheets had cysts and fern.

It's been two hours and the internet radio keeps buffering.

All the right friends
-silence for two seconds-
in all the wrong places
-pauses-
So yeah, we're going down
It can be possible that rain can fall,
-static- when it's over our heads
The sun is shining everyday, but it's far away

Just paint the picture of a perfect place



I wait for it die, like it should, but it never dies. Like a broken record player going, refusing to die. I wait for silence to come, but there is none.

Waiting, waiting for sleep to come, waiting to go to sleep. Light fades away, but it never turns pitch black.

These are the times when I wonder when people would die, and when I would die, or if I would wake at all.




You have enticed me to gaze into your black hole. Convince me to fall into your event horizon, so that I know there is no turning back once I'm in. In the meantime let me dream and frolick in the heavens before I'm condemned so far, far below.