Mellifluous Murmurs

After Midnight

If the whole world was watching,

I'd fade 

and I'll start reminiscing all the things that I've done

with will and power

for bombs and desire.

I can't stay

upon the joy ride

because I am human–

the hunter of the great unknown,

reading my own mind

is like reading your own book,

barren and naked;

 flesh and bone.

Nobody wants that.

I will be a rising tide,

I will take away your deadlines 

I shall be your fairytale,

I'll wash away your worries

I'll accept the fire from atop of your head

and I'll simmer it down to ashes 

so I can feel each phase

of your pain 

and destroy the demon in you. 

After midnight,

I look out 

I am between a tidal wave

because this river is running wild,

and your demon is dying within.

Somebody told me

that I would be battle born

but that if I was still

killing what was within you

after midnight.