The Other Side of Amnesia

To forget each day the name of my favourite song.
To drown in amnesia, to un-know the reality of a new dawn
I am a man who ceases to be
Yet ceases to cease in this beautiful excuse called life.

Identity

I am fighting hard to stay in slumber

Soon, I am sure darkness will come

Drag me out of bed, through the avenues

Where I had built my fortress of hope

To find that it is another gutter

Nyctophilia

Is it just me who loves the darkness,
Or are there others, too?
Light makes me feel the sadness
That I see on the faces in blue.