Midnight

MIDNIGHT HOURS; HERE IT IS PASSED MIDNIGHT. ONCE AGAIN THINKING ABOUT WHAT I CALL MY FIGHT. HEART TORN TO SHREDS. WISHING I COULD TEAR HER MEMORIES FROM MY HEAD. ONE O'CLOCK, TWO O'CLOCK, THREE O'CLOCK, FOUR. WISH SHE WAS HERE OR HERE NO MORE. I WOULD WRAP HER UP IN MY ARMS JUST TO GIVE HER WARMTH. BUT NOT BEING ABLE TO CONTINUES TO MAKE ME FEEL LIKE THE LOWEST FORM. BUT ALAS, MY TEARS ARE GONE AT LEAST FOR NOW. FOR IF I DON'T REST I'LL BE TAKING MY FINAL BOW. ~VIGILANTESINCORPORATED~