The midnight cries,
into lonely boredom
and miraculous ecstasy.
Where the black petals rise
and meets the silent lonely hearts
which cries out in desperation.
The midnight cries,
into absolute fulfillment
and dreaming fantasy
where heaven and hell meets the earth
and angles call for a dip in mirth.
It is neither horror, nor happiness,
neither a cry but absoluteness,
touching the wounded soul,
covered by an empty bowl,
of sweetness , sad and deep,
with too many promises to keep.