Woorden: Espers. Byss & Abyss.

Sleepless and struggling to pry
apart the memories you try.
So hard to hide from the light
over this long, lonely night.

Thoughts linger on like a rash,
like a slow motion car crash.
They clutter like moths to a flame,
singeing your angular frame.


Like clouds and the stars here from sight.
Feeling adventurous you might
Float free at dizzying heights.
Nothing can reach you at night.