#false nights

It's 3 am in the morning

The moonlight has wrecked its shadow

The clouds mourning in grief,

and trees roaring in silence.

For stars lost their viability

and night sounds like a mess

I gazing at the top

and the hollowness I'm inhaling.

The melancholy darkness

searing me to the new moon,

for nights took the evil's phase

and the broken fragments are all left to say.

The suppression of emotions,

The upsurge of holding back your tears

You screaming it out

for the sphere where it's all dark, barren, and silence.

The moments that carved my heart-

When the nights marked my days,

When time seemed to lower its pace,

Now I staring in my loneliness

And brutal waves of my sensations

drowning me fast.

You are scratching,

banging

You are holding everything tight

For the mere nights that now rules your insight.

Ohh the tragic silence of your sheer existence

and the pyrrhic act of my bravery

Ohh the extant of nothing, but all false nights.