11:38 pm

I sit here
Contemplating on whether or not I should run back down the stairs for the fifth time
Just to retrieve the phone
While my mother watches television by the ashes of the fire that never burned.

Netflix & Twitter
Seem to be the only thing that keep me awake at this point
So that I can wait for all the lights to go down
And I can spread my wings of the shinigami
Awakened inside my realm
Where I can fall into your arms
Not having to worry about anyone judging me.

And I guess you crave for that 'angel' buried deep inside of me
'Cause you don't want me to dive into other men's hearts;
At least, as far as I know.
And you're acting kind of crazy,
All sympathetic & shit-
So I don't know whether it's just you or me.

So whilst I waste my energy away
Cries for freedom linger in my fingers & throat
Letting the rhymes & stanzas entangle into a piece of 'art' for you
And I still can't understand why I yearn for you
Everything about you
Even though I've admitted it all
I don't feel complete.

Maybe it's a way for me to cheat death from love itself
Perhaps it's just my perplexing way of expressing words that can't be spoken
But from what I can tell,
It's just that you're my grandest topic.

Still crouching here
The glow of worn-out light bulbs striking every crevice of my face,
I wait once more
To hallucinate in your presence
With the hopes for you to see that I miss you.