Nights

The day goes by,

Without a speck of dust,

I start wondering why

I begin to rust

As soon as the night,

The dark night falls,

I lose the fight

When my demon calls.

And in the dead quiet of the dark

I hear all that I drown inside.

The fire that starts with a tiny spark,

The voice that says ‘you should’ve died’

‘With the sun should you’ve gone

With the light should you’ve left

Never too late, before the dawn

Let’s return this breath of theft’

For my heart though weak

It sings like a bird,

And my eyes they speak

What with ears can’t be heard,

And I know somewhere,

I know what’s right,

That it’s not fair,

To see the end of night.

For who am I

But a monument of thoughts?

Made of Why

And a lot more whats!

Who needs this

When words don’t count?

In the scheme of things

All that matters is the amount

Of things you own

Not just in your mind,

Integrity can’t feed you

Get nothing by being kind.

In the quiet of the night,

My pride falls apart,

I begin to rust

I begin to depart.