Gabriel's Tell A Tale Emporium

**My own little rap/story/poem...I guess a rhapsodey...brought on by some deep thinking and vodka...and a little sleep. ***All refrences to Kid Cudi's songs are used as a serious fan appreciation and are not intended as infringment in any way. Laying in my room, listening to Cudi cut, Mind consumed with no accurate thought, On the dark side, like the kid's man on the moon. Sip a fifth from the skull, crystal V burning as it goes down slooww... Cudi chanting this will be my world...something I already know, never need to be told. The wait seems long, all my work must amount to something...the night looks on with a smirk, Cool touch on my back...by a ghost or an angel as my mind starts to work... The sweat begins to seep, feeling like Cudi's nightmares; hard to sleep, minds not silent...all I hear is the peep peep... A thumping forms around the room, in tune with my heart, I'm all consumed; Mr. Janas listening to the Man on the Moon. Tell me, tell me what I already know,

It's three a.m. ...still awake, begrudging those who sleep. Thoughts and sounds run through my head, never given voice...no you won't hear a peep. My brain knows no silence...it's secrets it will not keep... Battles won...battles lost... Lovers gained...lovers lost. Friend or foe? I do not know...my mind is ill at ease. My demeanour is calm, my foot taps on...the night around me creaks. I hear a buzz...a friend in need, maybe this will calm me...please? Wide awake...my eyes have yet to shake this eccentricity. The more I fight it, the harder I try...the less results I see. The dreams will come, no peace is won...not even so breifly. The buzz goes on, the problems seem to not be just happening to me. We talk for awhile and then I learn to see...that with these dreams...we can sleep...though not peacefully... That's what keeps us up at night...each our own private struggle, one only we can fight. We accept it, deny it...laugh and cry over it. In the end it is us alone...t