Feel the silence you own in your heart
The rhythmic beats getting louder
The whispers of air making the surroundings calm
And the brightness getting apart.
Here comes the night again
Giving you the dreams and fantasy
Cold wave goes down your veins
Raising the hopes and uncertainty.
The chirruping noise singing lullaby
Detaching you from the world ahead
And slowly rising the hallucination
While taking off towards the journey towards dread.
You dream you cry, still, you are sleep
The night is dark the night is wild
aging bit by bit and getting deep
moving slowly with a silently creep.
The Ravens are waiting to be the master
Bringing your excitement to an end
You no more move no more smile
The night is possessed with some drastic blend
The hours of darkness owns you
It owns your essence
You are no one to get alive
With a blissful soul and soothing presence
Now Getting cruel with the running phases of time
The night that holds the depth
is ruling your spirit, obsessing your mind
trying to fetch a dwell in your carcass.
Here you are now lost with the wildness
You poor soul lying on the arms of the dusk
Yelling silently to get freed
From the brutal and daunting husk.