Dead of Night

Dead of Night… I am talking to myself in the dead of night Waiting for responses from my shadow Distant echoes ringing through my brain Bring me to rise and gaze outside my window I look for answers, resume the endless search But I lurch ahead as slow as can be Unable to grasp and understand the feelings That only I must be able to see or to feel I feign loneliness just to get away To reach a point that seems solid and seems real So I can understand in my heart and in my head deeply That you can possibly feel all of the things I feel Call me a sensitive little monster Sweet talk me back into your charm But I am not half the monster that being a man has made me I can keep us safe from harm… But I am talking to myself in the dead of night Crying out to shadow reflected in soft light Black to gray to white is the general progression What else to live for, why else to fight!! In the Dead of Night…