Midnight Haunting



Another midnight haunting

traversing silhouette dreams

for things lost in forever

They died adorning the sky;

stars fell, the shreaded ribbins

ripped from gypsy clouds

hide and seek no more a game

It’s survival


It’s pass is long still;

this night too, hot

sheds melancholy secrets

without you – this guilt

forces bitter tears

from decaying eyes


The dreadful hour

sweet tea and whisky

lets me forget things

time – love – death – you

the nothing of thoughts

hurrying down the air


No happy ever after

In this fairytale

Only the reverberating ticks

falling in single droplets

of regret


within my nightmare

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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