At nights like this I feel inspired to bring my thoughts to paper and pen.
I'm longing for something, one that I can't seem to grasp.
I've had a couple of beers, head spinning in a graveyard of lost souls. Darkness captivating me and the wilderness brings forth howls and eerie noises of my heart.
Thoughts lost at space, time is still and I can't help but wonder when will the long night end ?
I am pushed back through haunted doors of the past and I loathe the madness that doesn't seem to recline.
I am meaningless, everything is meaningless.
