The Noise From The Vaccum by Gaegake Motlhanka - HTML preview

Late Night up in My Room

Its after midnight,yet sleep is still far,my thoughts keep racing,

I try to close my eyes,but the eeriness of darkness scares me,

What is that noise?My ears are playing tricks on me,

I try to listen to some soul,but music only keeps me awake further,

I imagine myself a superhero,I am crusing the streets,

Beating drunks,prostitutes and other bums,I am a hero,

The people love me,yet somehow I still cant shut my eyes

Now I am an angel of death,stalking some unfortunate soul,

Waiting until they less suspect it,then I take them away,

I cant stop my mind from thinking,I stand up,do a few push ups,

I break some sweat,then drink some water,to calm my nerves,

The tv is boring,I go outside maybe I will catch a few witches,

The night is deadly silent,its almost like death,I can hear my thoughts,

I hating listening to my thoughts,I go back inside my room,

Its the witching hour,still my brain does’nt want to shutdown,

I wonder what other people are dreaming about,those bastards,

I envy them,suddenly I get a brilliant idea,I turn up my radio,

If I can’t sleep then no one else could sleep,I mused out loudly,

I walk back outside,hoping to hear someone wake up,

I hear someone curse,one coughs,the other switches on their lights,

Now I am happy,i am not alone,welcome to the brotherhood....