Page 79 - Written Feelings

Dusk till dawn

Losing all my mind at dawn
Losing all my tears at dusk
I got used to moving on
Moving in an empty husk

I'm so sick of wanting more
All I seem to get is less
Who am I doing this for?
It can't be worth all the stress

I'm not sure this heart is mine
I don't feel beats in my chest
The brain on top of my spine
Feels like an unwelcomed guest

The sensations on my fingers
Remind me I'm losing touch
The darkness, within it lingers
One day, will escape my clutch

I hear people call my name
Its sounds foreign, in a sense
I lost what was mine to claim
Yet somehow, I kept my sins

Laying down, a restless body
Stabbed to death, oh what petty
So gory, the scene is bloody
But at last, the end is pretty