The night causes issues.

Why does the sun kiss my hand with a greeting of a brighful morning when the night creeps by as I feel the air.

Maybe my love will matter?

I say to my shrouded mind.

Why do I hurt so often?

Why is there such a pain.

As the night comforts me with a knowing grasp.

His hands on my body like it did years ago?

Yet here I am whining about the same cyclopedia that was already written.

The night kisses my mouth with cold lips.

What am I? If not a toy.

My mind shribbles and shakes under the moonlight.

As my mind turns hazy a dark phenomenon.

The pain killer the pain induced standing there with a smile.

As my paper white skin glistens with color of red.

Before it crests and turns faded

The incline of the slice the painful sharp edges drink my paper skin into it's teeth.

As my consciousness fades into an obysmall mess.

I wake up exhausted and hopeless.

Maybe my episodes will end soonest when the sun rises.

-Clown26 05/21/2026