The night was long, and I was without sleep
the world spun beside me
On it all of the things, thoughts and feelings, I could not keep

The past loves, innocent hopes and dreams
the pleasure, the pain
Busting life open at its rotten seams

The psychotic splendor, in the freezing February cold
sanity so often discarded
Like a child in long dead summers of old

Indifferent, yet always longing for more
this peculiar torture
Always luring me through its door

The sunrise quickly turned to sunset
the day to night
Happiness and content to spiraling regret

But the night was still young, and I didn't need the sleep
the world yet spun beside me
But after all, it was one of the things I didn't wish to keep