Liquid thoughts

Night.

Nothing can ever be

as haunting as the night.

It crawls beneath your skin,

fills your soul with fright.

Screaming, dying, trembling, crying,

wishing it to stop,

The night carries on,

the night always comes.

Darkness makes you vulnerable,

you feel nothing's okay.

Color black consumes you,

until the light of day.

Like a sheet of hidden secrets

nighttime wraps you up in lies

of how tomorrow morning

you will have to pay the price,

Of what you've done,

when you thought pitch black

meant nothing, when you thought

no one would attack.

My advice for this

is to never miss

the beauty of light and purity,

the lightest pressure of a kiss.

Don't fall for burning coal

for blackened thighs

or swallowed heights

Don't fall for bleeding souls.