Gravity would clutter.

Here is what has begun
As a disregarded conflict
And I shall twist it
Into hardly read literature.
I lie now
At the very tip of this very night
In pacticlity, a replica of every other night
I haven't slept
And I am terrified
I lie now and I am terrified
I am listing to this
And some say I have gone
Maybe I have
But I won't say it so coldly
I have not left
I don't think you left.
Have you?
If I had to choose
I would choose you
But I don't know if I have to choose.
The old man I'm the story I read yesterday
Claws at his eyes and says god had left us
God hasn't left me
Not at the tip of this night when I m most
Terrified
God ne'er leaves
Then, gravity would clutter.