Late Nights

My eyes bleed red,
My arms lay dead,
And all the thoughts
That rush from my head,
Are lost to the world,
As a lay on my bed.

Then releases a yawn,
As the night welcomes dawn,
And my consciousness withers,
Like the flowers on the lawn,
Their inhabitants still,
As the things I’ve drawn.

My eyes shut slow,
The blood still flows,
And my body takes rest
From head to my toe,
Then i make return to dreams,
The only place I know.

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