Lifenotes v. II.

well that was the strangest feeling i've ever felt.
a wide open room without any oxygen.
pale white, deep breaths,
you'll get through this.
its a burning room,
and no ones offering anything to drink.
its a feeling in the pit of your stomach,
the site set for implosion.
losing sleep was never this difficult,
and waking up never meant being this tired,
before.
on the day after the disaster,
the survivors will stand in disbelief,
and try to hold onto what they remember,
of life before this.

i admit it,
i hate sleeping alone.
but this door remains locked.
protected from the outside world,
while they look in,
i'm always out.
i used to hold the key,
but thats long gone,
so i'll write a new page,
find something else to pray on.
because a moment's just an instant,
but that second's all i got,
and i'm so worried about this second,
that i seem to have forgot.


sleep sleepin' on.