I Hate Tonight

I hate this night
At which I can’t go to sleep

It’s so deep, deep, deep now
But I am still awake like a rat

Someone is eating
Someone is playing
But your time is perfect for acting
My time is only for snoozing

I can’t go to sleep at this Thursday night
No, it’s not Thursday but Friday already
Everybody likes Friday except me
Because of the sweet weekends ahead

It’s dark, quiet and long
It’s bitter, sour and tiring
It’s a disaster
It’s a monster

How many white hairs are going to grow in the darkness?
How many cells are going to die during this long night?
How many ideas are going to fly in my head?
How many blinks are going to happen upon my eyes?

I look at the ceiling
I know it’s up
I am down, down into the hell
I look at the hell
I know it’s around me
I am right, right inside the circle

It’s 4:30 am now
Sunrise is coming
To kiss me
To hug me
To carry me
To another day

I hate tonight
For the sleep it stole
For the pain it brought
For every minute I suffered

I hate myself
Born so fragile
Like a piece of glass
Broken into more tiny pieces
Into the endless darkness
At this white cold winter night.