Untitled Poem by kryston fowler

I am laying here in bed with the crazy thought of this being the end running in my head. Had my wish came true and if so did it that badly hurt you i wish i mayed and i wished i might be the one with you at the end of the night this isn't for any certain person just to help me go to sleep because the the guy that sings me to sleep couldn't make it tonight so i turned on my silly purple light and i write and i write and i write tile morning comes and i can close my eyes cause last nite i was dealing with one heck of a ride