Screaming at Shadows - January 5, 2011
Darkness comes like a wet blanket
suffocating and heavy
moonlight glows on the wall
its silver light a ghostly visage
I cant sleep
I cant sleep
my stomach churns
yet i feel no hunger
Events of the day play out
like a silent movie
broken at intervals
by a new scene
I cant sleep
I cant sleep
I perspire
yet i feel no warmth
The black dog barks
its echo resonating in the gallery
I drift around the room
yet i cant see
I cant sleep
I cant sleep
I toss and turn
and feel no comfort
Hands of the clock teasing
mocking my plight
pointing accusing hands
the watchfull judge
I cant sleep
I cant sleep
only the shadows
can hear me screaming
-Andrew