Something about the night,
And the silence it holds within,
Just feels calming to my mind
And all the shadows I home inside.
The time the world
Is fast asleep,
The books, the pages,
The endless scrolls.
I talk to my shadows
As if they’re my dearest friends.
I whisper, “Today was just another
Of all the yesterdays that end.”
The quiet lingers,
Its mark left behind,
For all the thoughts
That get to speak
To such an empty mind.
I pass by all the memories,
The photos and the smiles,
The way my eyes once yelled joy,
And the carefree life I’ve lived.
So I try to find that spark
Of little happiness inside.
I get lost along the way,
The pieces of me left aside.
I indeed adore the night
And the silence it holds within,
For I finally get to see
The person behind deceiving skin.