Matt-man waxes poetic

The shadows creep and crawl
From under table and down the wall
Echoes whisper, mumble and scream
Tearing hope and smashing dream
There is no solice in sleep
For there is terrors keep
Wandering from day to day
Silent fool with so much to say
What is real and what is not
Never knowing why the war is fought
Struggle against unseen foes
Reel from invisible blows
But what if the only way to win
Is a forbidden and mortal sin
Seek and ye shall find
But not likely for the blind
Stumble, falter, trip and fall
In the world is this all
Nothing more can be found
Just a hole for us in the ground
Why put us here only to die
What is the point of wanting to fly
We have no wings we cannot soar
So left on the ground we want more
Turn away from what they see
But if we do we'll never be free
~fin~

Just kinda poured out there. It is almost 4 in the fucking morning. Yeah ain't sleeping again. Oh well just had to do something.