DEAD BEAT, NIGHT IN THOUGHTS.

Here I lay in the pitch dark night

Counting the ceiling

Faced squarely with fear, with shivers being a feeling

Here I lay

Wrapped around the fingers of darkness

Worries chasing each other in the thoughts of madness with fierceness

Mocked death poking with determination in the heart of blackness

Countless sins poking their noses, wanting to be my weakness

Here I lay

Unseen by eyes, being chased by fearsome looking creatures

Creatures with no eyes but are all seeing

Creatures who want nothing but to lead me into insanity

Creatures stuck in my head with no sympathy

Here I lay

Murdering in cold blood my enemies of progress in thoughts

With revenge blinding my better judgment

And bitterness driving my bad intentions at top most speed

Here I lay

Doing every calculation without figures to match

And shamelessly crying my heart and eyes out

In a monologue of psychosis

Here I lay

Wishing the cessation of breathe a better option

To the detriment of the rules of the fearsome God

Who according to long written books knows before I thought

Here I lay

Dreading the morning but breathing every second to meet it

Occasionally thinking of survival intakes

Here I lay

Frozen in the very fabric of life

Dejected by disappointments and pimped by failure

Here I lay

A human corpse with thoughts on the run

I must be a coward after all

Stepping out of the realms of thoughts

Waking, walking and clearing the countenance

Forcefully infusing humour

To meet the day as though there were no confrontations with inner me

Should I say I am brave?

For overcoming the confrontations and hypocritically greeting day?

Darkness is a cover after all.

By amoafowaa