It's nights like this that all i want is for it to rain.
Thunder down, break the silence, break my train of thought.
It's nights like this that I feel empty and realize that sleep is the best and only option.

It's all just a waste of time, biding my time, waiting for the plateau.
It's so much, and yet it's not enough.
It's so much too bear, but not enough to share the load.

Its nights like this that I'm clinging to a fix; whether that be sex, alcohol, or a poem.
I'm desperate for a plateau. A rise, a fall, a leveling.
Its nights like this that my emotions rise and rise and rise to heights that my mind can't keep up with.

It's nights like this that I break down and fall apart.
It's nights like this that I fear the most; cause one of these nights the next morning may never come.