Nighttime is when I'm at my darkest.
When things slowly creep from the shadows
And wrap around my throat.
When the crawl out from under my bed
And hold me down at night
Nighttime is when I'm at my deepest
When my mind erases the good
And the evil memories come out to play
When nothing matters anymore
And suddenly I forget the world
Nighttime is when I find darkness
When my soul is crushed my ice cold fingertips
And Death decides to stop by and chat
When Reapers wait to get their orders
And the night slowly turns its shoulder
Nighttime is when I am the weakest
When my strength wears thin
And I clutch Sevde in my hand
When I inhale the sent of an unknown home
And I exhale the hatred I hold
Nighttime is when the shadows roam
When they circle behind me
And wait for a crack.
When they watch for a break
And then they'll slide in to stay
Nighttime is when I'm at my strongest
When I don't have to hide
And Kara Sevde is my only friend
When I inhale the sent of my home
And I wait for the light of you again.
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Random Poetry and Writings
RastgeleThis is just a collection of poems I write with maybe some short little stories added in there for shiggles. For the sleepless nights, the lonely nights, the arty nights, and all in between.
