In the Depths of the Night

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still stirring the deepest foundation of my soul.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still shredding the remaining debris of what was once an integral soul.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still passing over the old building, adding a thicker layer of sadness over their ever-existing color of sorrow.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still providing a stage for the terrifying ancient spirits to exhibit their melancholic show over the pitch black horizon.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still drifting the lost souls away from their homelands and away from the warmth of the bosoms of their loved ones.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still keeping me from holding your hand and walking with you on our unpaved intricate roads.

The dark swirly waves of the depth of the night are still preventing my muffled voice from reaching out to your confinement where your heart currently residing.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still building their black blocks between both of us and preventing the remnant of the light beams from entering through the cracks of our barred windows.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still exacerbating my agonizing longing for your soothing, reassuring voice.

The dark swirly waves of the depths of the night are still increasing my yearning for my sunny homeland, which can only be found in your bosom.