Sleepless Nights

Sleepness Nights O’ weary nights, Sleepless nights, With water dripping from a faucet where a girl hung herself, The sound echoing through the hallways as blood dripping from a vacant slab.

Eyes blinking, Then staying shut.

Cold feet, I cover them up with thoughts of you, who forgot about me.

Remember when we used to play?

And I used to sing.

It was us verse they, Not me verse you verse me And now she is in your arms… happy.

And I, in his, Ashamed and lonely, Cautious and unaware.

One step behind the two of you, Kicking some stone alone on some empty street There in an empty bedroom With empty thoughts; Full of withering emotions.

The silence is driving me INSANE! And counting sheep isn’t working!

It never works.

It never will.

As I stand still.

Still, thinking of you, and us, and her and him, And we’ll never be together again.

Steadily dripping the water’s echo pounding in my head.

My eyes sleepless as the dead.

Night Watch - Fort Leonard Wood Missouri – February 2, 2007