Until Midnight

Staying up until midnight, 

Listening to lofi, 

Praying for a better light, 

To make it through the next night, 

Spending afternoons watching the clock’s hand, 

Turn and kick its way around, 

A rather soft boredom lay in my head, 

But a more harsh truth stays there instead, 

I've been told all the narrow ways, 

And short ends, 

All are for my better trend or even wend. 

That I sit through the lousy thoughts with rushed determination, 

Against all of my own self-preservation. 

Hard seats, 

With broken means, 

All are supposedly for my own good. 

As they say one day, 

“You'll thank me!”

Yes I suppose, 

When I lie in my own brain holes. 

I have no heart anymore, 

So I must say goodbye, 

As I miss you, 

Nevermore. 

Place of pained laughter and toothy smiles, 

Lies built upon generations, 

All once again, for our, 

Self-preservation, 

I won’t miss staying up until midnight.