I’ve spent so many nights walking through sleeping cities I seldom slept, watching freight trains pass by I spent so much time alone, in the dark that darkness is a part of me now
sometimes, I don’t even know if I’m awake maybe that’s why my nightmares feel so real
the light is overrated as if I had, a path I needed to follow and when I turn it off, I can finally stop seeing the shadows
I now can’t tell days from nights maybe because monsters look the same in both maybe, I can’t tell the monsters apart
from myself
sometimes, I don’t even know if I’m awake maybe, it’s because the night sky has been my home, my roof, for so long now
who cares? I don’t need a home, anyways who cares if I lose my light, I’m going to shine through anyways sometimes, I don’t even know if I’m awake
maybe, it’s because I made of dreams my way of life