Shadows of midnights, nocturnal creatures;
I see the whites of your eyes so clearly.
In the darkness, you promise me your future;
But when the sunrise creeps through, you leave me.
And I lay paralysed in the remnants of your wake;
Light seeps through, cologne dusts the bed,
You poisoned me, an ill-fitted insomniac,
I won't move until I feel your next breath.
You return, invitation only,
Like a creature of the night.
Bless me, sinfully and holy,
I see something in your smile.
A position of power;
A calamity of thoughts;
Wilted in the witching hour;
You are found and you are lost.
Dawn breaks as she always does,
Your ghost evaporates timely.
I remember everything that was;
And you forget everything about me.
That's fine, you will never be mine,
Only in the eclipse of romance,
Will I never be an ill-fated insomniac.
Shadows of midnights, nocturnal creatures;
I see the whites of your eyes so clearly.
In the darkness, you promise me your future;
But when the sunrises creeps through, you leave me.
And I lay paralysed in the remnants of your wake;
Light seeps through, cologne dusts the bed,
You poisoned me, an ill-fitted insomniac,
I won't move until I feel your next breath.
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Cut Throat Town
PoetryA poetry collection about being trapped in a small town, for all the good and all the bad that comes with it. "It would be cannibalism if it wasn't love." 💙
