Wind of the night

 Wind of the night

~Miss A


Oh no! It's midnight again, a full moon,

My toes are churning, I'm trying tying myself,

Chaining, containing to take hold of the mischief spinning,

Getting reckless and thirsty to take a look and abide.


What comes after, unknown, keeps calling,

Urging to leave the bed, go run down the road,

To feel the cold of autumn, let the storm touch,

Craving to let feet know the dewey green grass.


A call, I don't know to answer, but I could hear,

Away from the sweet dreams I see, I wither,

As if I'm craving for water, but I could only smell it,

Something to do, very devious, that I don't know of.


If I could only define this nausea, deemed felony,

Wide awake and feeling hunting, finding cheers,

Searching curses, sewing parts of personality,

I become it, it becomes me, one, none.


Lord knows what hide here, in the garden would I find pixie dust,

Or in the rage of the night, will I find my lord itself,

These butterflies keep rampaging my stomach,

Whatever-whenever, taking control like compulsion.


So impulsive, might trade a ring if the granade,

Still on my tippy toes and these heels do nothing,

Pastings of a carnival inside my grocery shopping list,

Ask me something, and I'll tell you the meaning of opposite.


Show and tell, no proofs are real enough, all fabricated,

Kill my doubt, it's linen that beats the silk of mayhem,

I'll sleep on this composition, and maybe then tomorrow will be indifferent,

But with amplified ASMR of life fine tune monument.


Help, don't leave, the nights have roads filled with thieves,

Dogs that bite, beggars that follow, strangers who kill,

Hold on, the night would pass, stay bedridden and talk,

To the fairest of 'em all, hiding in the veil of clouds and steam. 

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