I was up doing nothing tonight and thought maybe I should do a nightly journal...Maybe that will make me feel better. Not that I am really that bad right now but my mind always wanders down a dark road when I am sitting alone late at night. The spiders shake and all the doors open....Not great! But one good thing comes. The poetry.

The sky shook, the clouds wept, my earth crumbled
Something inside me died that day
My life was over, no light to be seen, a cracked shell of a person
I wonder how I will go on
Little is too late, often is too soon, life is too short
That friendship has sailed and sunk
Can I bum a heart, can you spare a soul, just one drag of hope
Death is a casual friend of mine
Play this game, break my 8 bit heart, game over says it all
The dashboard collects more than scars
Seat-belts, street race, traction
A simpler time back then
A statue stands, a bell rings, the wind blows
Nothing really has changed, only me