Sitting on the devils throne

Something about this life has changed
Changing consciously
Unconsciously living
Something isn’t quite right
The sounds the smells
How I try to sleep at night
Tossing and turning
Until I see daylight
Daylight savings came and went
Got that extra hour
Just to stay up later
Put a pen to paper
Rearranged my words twelve times
Until I fell asleep
Clutching my pencil
Sketching a stencil
Something in my head makes me go a little mental
Mental images
Nothing like old memories
Remembering someone’s tendencies
About how we were really meant to be
How could I let it be
Being alone
Something I’ve conquered
Maybe I should really see a doctor
Light it up and listen to the art and the pain
Light it up while I listen to the rain
Coming down just like me
I used to think of all these other people’s tendencies
Now I just think of me
All the things I never wanted to see.