Tuesday, 20 September 2011

3 a.m

I smoke no cigar, I hold no glass 
 A loser’s mumble— not even a cry

The music of sin, the rhythm of loss 
 All my midnight companions alive 

 The barren womb, the shadowed eyes 
 A sleepless soul its cravings aflame 

The magic of the kaleidoscope begins
 Dance your colour till dawn anew 

 Rays of solitude, blanketed fears
 Streak my dreams before they begin 

 Paint me no more, let it be 
 Hush the night, that will do!