One Pretty yet Starless Night

One Pretty yet Starless Night
He Decided to Go Insane.
He woke up at 4 am.
He could not sleep.
Too much on his plate, and some Malt Liquor on the fridge.
No Reason to wake up for the next day.
He got off his bed, and put on a dress for no Reason.
And Started Drinking.

He had not eaten for the past 4 days.
and It felt Good.
If any worries it would probably be Liver Failure, But he thinks He just needs to find a Good Routine.
Nobody wants to make Mommy cry right?
And the Never ending possibility of having a lack of talent.
Getting getting Impotent Or Something Like That.
Just like any other guy you wimps.

 And he was Afraid, Yet Pretty aware of how humans where like,
Through years of isolation and a detached way of seeing you.

On his pretty dress he Went to his 16th floor balcony,
It was beastly cold, and bitter, But the air felt nice on his lungs,
And the mood was alright.
And the city looked good.
Perhaps it Wasn't that bad all that self imposed Isolation he Thought.

Pigeons were fucking loudly, Which was basically what woke him up.
and they always sound like they were getting murdered.
It's a nasty massacre at 4 am unless you are out of your mind.

C'est la vie Darling