Head meets black silk,
rests darkness is real,
the moon
the moon is the only thing lighting the inconsistencies
bringing up memories buried.

She wants to be one of them the ones who can just say

"Who needs it? I don't need it... I don't want it."

and mean it
these thoughts,
an endless loop lulling her
sucking her under
to sleep
her imagination is now so much stronger
so much,
more than her reality.

Darkness, the deep of night,
a cry is ripped from her throat,
hoarse,
filled with emotion,
a cry of a forbidden temptation.

She doesn't want to tempt herself and think think of what could be.
Those doors are closed,
closed tight.
She is who the world,
who the world made her to be.
She's living with eyes closed,
just to keep herself from the temptation in front of her.

Should she follow her heart?
or that bad advice?
Just another sleepless night Only the moon and stars So close, yet so far.
Rooftop view everything in perspective.

A sleepless night,
almost over sun kissing the horizon chasing the moon so close, yet so far.
She slips back in the window,
throws herself onto the black silk head laying down,
thoughts tumbling through her head.
Yet another sleepless night,
wanting these,
these damn thoughts gone,
damning someone else to a sleepless night.