At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the desert moon,
Deep in thought while humming a tune.
Muddled thoughts since I've not slept,
And soon a different feeling crept,
Upon me, one I'll not accept.
Solitude, depression, despair,
Thoughts of suicide always there,
If I were gone, would no one care?
Trying not to frigging lose it,
I turn my thoughts back to music,
Often times that gets me through it.
Try as I might, before too long,
I realize I might be wrong,
Cause now I hum a darker song.
The lyrics ring inside my mind,
Tranquil thoughts I may still find,
I catch my breath, start to unwind.
It seems to me the proper thing,
Is go to bed, stop wondering,
And deal with what my dreams will bring.
(2 June 2005)
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