in the middle of my dream,
my ghost haunts me
I hear my shadow scream,
with an aching echo- let me sleep!
let me rewrite that script
of my role in that play
i am so tired of my fights undone
in the middle of the dark,
the moon shines pale!
and the sea ripples its touch
but the hollow face of my past
keeps on chasing all that was,
no smile remains
i am audiance and actor.
in the middle of the pain,
the words stand still!
black ink - still wet.
those dreams as dominoes
touched by my breath to fall.
can‘t you just remain?
my friend and companion
in the middle of the road
I am alone- no warmth, no shelter
the hero falls
the jester laghs
the last act begins
all wait for the end
but the curtains don’t fall
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 9:00 AM UTC
in the middle of my dream,
my ghost haunts me
I hear my shadow scream,
with an aching echo- let me sleep!
let me rewrite that script
of my role in that play
i am so tired of my fights undone
in the middle of the dark,
the moon shines pale!
and the sea ripples its touch
but the hollow face of my past
keeps on chasing all that was,
no smile remains
i am audiance and actor.
in the middle of the pain,
the words stand still!
black ink - still wet.
those dreams as dominoes
touched by my breath to fall.
can‘t you just remain?
my friend and companion
in the middle of the road
I am alone- no warmth, no shelter
the hero falls
the jester laghs
the last act begins
all wait for the end
but the curtains don’t fall
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