Moreover, the nights were never truly nights
In this godforsaken city of lights.
The streets were loud, the skies were grey,
And I had long since lost my way.
I had lost myself in empty views,
In passing faces, in borrowed truths.
I walked through life with a hollow soul,
A man alive, but not whole.
Until I saw you.
And after that, what happened, happened.
The world grew quiet, the air stood still,
And something inside me bent to your will.
Not by force, not by chain,
But by a feeling I could not explain.
I became your prisoner that very day,
But not in a prison I’d run away from,
In the kind where hearts choose to stay,
Where losing freedom still feels like home.
If this is madness, then this is my cure,
If this is a wound, I’ll let it endure.
Because something in my soul was struck,
The moment I saw you, I won all luck.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:19 AM UTC
Moreover, the nights were never truly nights
In this godforsaken city of lights.
The streets were loud, the skies were grey,
And I had long since lost my way.
I had lost myself in empty views,
In passing faces, in borrowed truths.
I walked through life with a hollow soul,
A man alive, but not whole.
Until I saw you.
And after that, what happened, happened.
The world grew quiet, the air stood still,
And something inside me bent to your will.
Not by force, not by chain,
But by a feeling I could not explain.
I became your prisoner that very day,
But not in a prison I’d run away from,
In the kind where hearts choose to stay,
Where losing freedom still feels like home.
If this is madness, then this is my cure,
If this is a wound, I’ll let it endure.
Because something in my soul was struck,
The moment I saw you, I won all luck.