Now That It's Nightime

Now that it's night time
I can finally be myself.

I can sit in the corner and drown myself a thousand times
By tears stashed away throughout the day.

I can reminisce about all the shrugged bodies
And all the unhappy faces
Knowing that they all feel it too.

I can have the subtle release of overwhelming pain
The release waiting, wanting to be found all day.

I can leave and not have to worry about others
About what they will say and how they will judge me next.

I can dream of all the execrable things that await me the next day
And watch all the people pass me by
As I lie on the ground, screaming for their help
Reaching for their hands, knowing they will never come.

I can shave this embodiment full of weakness
And leave it there to drain, hoping for a new cover tomorrow.

I can cry myself to death, flood a house full of anger
Drink the tears that could only make an empty spirit drunk
That of which, I have been drunk of a thousand times and more.

I can love the darkness for what it is and not just because it is dark
With that, I can feel it for the thick, depressing cloud that it is
One that succumbs my whole being and does not intend to let go.

I can be choked by the ones that linger on and wish to survive
And by those who only wish to be freed simply by being asked to leave.

I can fulfill my duties as a lost human being
By simply asking you continuously to let me go
Until the day I am told to leave
I can not pass over to a happier accomadation.

Here, in the night, I can be myself.
Here, I can do what I was destined to do
What I am truely living for
And why I am actually here.

Only in the night can feelings as such
Be shown.
For only at night
Am I contently left alone.

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