by Eyna
The love in the night's eyes makes me alive.
Despite this I grew to hate it too much.
Hate, huh? Yeah.
The night pricks it's teeth too deep in me,
and I became half agony, half pain.
Sine childhood I prayed to sleep well,but the night never hugged me like it did to others.
Now when I lay down here.
It seems as if it's singing a song.
A song that is only wrapping my ears. ,that's why I can't sleep.
My tears froze just like moon being someone's frozen heart.
My heart beats like the stars twinkling ,there.
My soul wanders just like the sky ,up there .
Maybe the night now hugs me .
Loves me....
Maybe it wants to make me feel how it felt.
And I hate it.
I'm falling so it is.
I'm broken so it is.
I'm wandering so it is.
Being a unfulfilled prayer of someone we seek it among sins.
Being an open soul we search fullness in emptiness .
Being the silence of dark we look for noise midst thunders.
And still after this, the rotting holes in my body are rotting, the empty spaces are empty and the cracked soul still cracked.
The night loves me like a lover, and it's love comes in the form of daylight.
The daylight that blinds me so I can never see the holes, the emptiness and the cracks.
That's why I hate it....
In love it made my broken parts glow to make me alive but never letting them to heal and they were the only thing suffocating me...
But I ended up loving the night as when I'm falling only it can hold me and my thoughts back..