11:40

I stay up late to find answers
to hear them bubble from your lips
and simmer from the trips
your mind takes in its midnight excursions
I stay up late to hear truths
I converse with ghosts who scratch away at the walls
in the morning, I lock them out with bits of flesh
so I may walk through black halls
That i may cross the night in an ashen stand off
ten paces back, heaving shadow coughs
But shadows outline heat.
They outline concrete
stars and blood and venus and mars.
The colors proven by the dark
I stay up late to find God
to understand what nocturnal animal he has made me into
I look down to the bruises on my skin
the hushed tones He speaks in
a penny for my thoughts, and more for my actions
I stay awake to watch you go insane