The clock strikes midnight
The clock strikes midnight
The clock strikes midnightAll ghosts and goals
Come about the house
As you haunt it in the nightAnd you haunt the forests at day
Break
Ghosts and goalsThe clock strikes midnight
The clock strikes midnight
The clock strikes midnightMidnight I say
Come from the forest
And play in tje minds of manMidnight!
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Midnight : poems |starting
PoetryMight night is the darker version of colours, where I talk more about mental health and mental illness. As well as things that go bump in the night. This talks about my long hard road to hell and back. This poems talk more about what life is like...