Writing, bending the waves as formless shapes
My tiredness is a drug in itself
Lowering my inhibition yet numbing me
Bringing about a feeling inside me, or lack of
Throughout the day I’ve been dictated by external influences
It’s take for my internal to become the superhero of this story
In a world full of superheroes
Superheroes are villains
Naanannananananananana
Tiredness weighing me down
I’m drowsy, flickering between consciousness
Between the world and nothingness
Each yawn is like energy leaving my body
I need to rejuvenate that
Energy is almost necessary
I’m desperate
Legs weak, arms heavy
Situations running in the film of my mind
Like a scene I’m watching on play
Light showing amidst the surrounding darkness
Erik's Poetry 