The loneliness
Has conspired,
With the dark
Tonight.
Aloof,
My fluttering eyes
See myself reflected
In the ceiling.
Melancholia rhymes,
To the tones,
Of a long lost,
Past.
Questions,
Unrelated answers.
Made up scenarios.
Top class illusions.
Insecurity plays
Video games.
Anxiety,
A street dancer.
Nights like these,
Are tough.
Rough.
Total fuck-ups.
I wage a
Full fledged war
On myself to
Slip into sleep.
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