Night again, to rupture the calm of my sleeplessness..gesturing with every glinting star to sew shut my eyes and call it a day.
Night, with its usual tattered ink tenting, drowsily draping the vitality of a spirited day into a silent hum- massacring in its wake, the very last of any light.
Night, promising me arabesques of florid dreams, only to deliver rorschach blotches of dull nightmares.
Night, a silhouette of all that's gone by and all that's yet to come.
Night, my beloved time that I love to hate and hate to love.
Nights are a trap to have you introspect
unlike mornings when you look forward to a new day
nights have you foraging in the crevices of your bed
in the cracks of your pillow
in the furrows of your sheets
an apology, for your lamentable life
avenging each wasted darkness
through a series of toss and turns
parched throat at ungodly hours, cold spots to freeze your bones
nights let you freely fish
in a frozen pond of forgotten memory
each regret, bad memory you'd tried to forget
highlighted with red
surfaced in a broken heartbeat that caves your chest
crimson faced, ashamed sigh
in dead air tranquility
of decaying silence
every word rings with a gong
ones that you never wanted to mutter
nefarious night, robed in viperous spikes
razor sharp, waiting to burn
lest you let your mind wander and take a wrong turn
it'll demonize you with malicious spite
and salve your wounds with toxic bite.
Night, with its usual tattered ink tenting, drowsily draping the vitality of a spirited day into a silent hum- massacring in its wake, the very last of any light.
Night, promising me arabesques of florid dreams, only to deliver rorschach blotches of dull nightmares.
Night, a silhouette of all that's gone by and all that's yet to come.
Night, my beloved time that I love to hate and hate to love.
Nights are a trap to have you introspect
unlike mornings when you look forward to a new day
nights have you foraging in the crevices of your bed
in the cracks of your pillow
in the furrows of your sheets
an apology, for your lamentable life
avenging each wasted darkness
through a series of toss and turns
parched throat at ungodly hours, cold spots to freeze your bones
nights let you freely fish
in a frozen pond of forgotten memory
each regret, bad memory you'd tried to forget
highlighted with red
surfaced in a broken heartbeat that caves your chest
crimson faced, ashamed sigh
in dead air tranquility
of decaying silence
every word rings with a gong
ones that you never wanted to mutter
nefarious night, robed in viperous spikes
razor sharp, waiting to burn
lest you let your mind wander and take a wrong turn
it'll demonize you with malicious spite
and salve your wounds with toxic bite.
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