Lately I been losing sleep. Falling deep where nightmares creep. Where love is gone. Sorrow became obsolete. Where the inner demons play with my heartstrings like they're candy. Now I'm the villain that everyone sees. Yet I'm not asleep. I'm wide awake. Haunted by the things I said and possibly didn't say. Friends no longer a factor. Lately I'm alone this way. Bored bags dwell my eyes. Sleep's no longer a mystery. It's terror. I ache to know she's there. Warmth just a icebox. Barely beating heart. A flutter. That's what somebody were. Maybe not no longer. Fire diminishing at a lovesick festering core. To know my pen bleeds it all. The tradegy of a Muse. On the wild hunt for another. Just to know. Lately I'm not better off alone. Weak even. I'm a Cloak seeking his dagger. Just to belong. Yeah just to belong. Lately feenin for sultry designs lost in the perimeters of my dreams. Good bad it used to not matter to me. Until lango and a uncommon burning feeling to someone who I detested. Made me a doer of wrong. So I'm my own punisher knowing I want to love somebody. For love to haunt me. Yet darkness makes it hard to find me.