It's the feeling that sucks you into the vortex of desolation

It's the feeling that sucks you into the vortex of desolation.

I've been fighting over it in the last few nights, and i still haven't won the battle. The hardest battle is the fight between yourself, the one that shrinks your self-esteem into a raisin. 

For the last few nights, i've been tracing a smile on the moon's face, with high hopes that things would somehow get better, if only i could clear my mind with the disturbing thoughts brewing inside. 

The weakling in me has resurfaced.

Restless for the last few nights, i wish to lay down focused on a brighter tomorrow.

Been sleeping with Hazam beside for the last few nights.