I lay here

listening to nothing

seeing pictures from my mind projecting onto the blank walls

with tears streaming down my cheeks,

I knew what I was getting into;

but did I really care?

Yes.

No.

Nothing makes sense anymore

I'm losing sleep over this phenomenon

waking the villains from afar

I don't have much time.

So forgive me,

I must go

not that you'd even notice

since I'm no more significant than the birds that sing in the morning.