The wind cries midnight
church bells chime descent
and in the graveyard
the dead turn over in their beds

In the street of the lonely
street lights flicker
and the fog of despondency
gets momentum and thickens

All here are doomed to stay
lost souls, in limbo
from puppetries with marionettes
to blonde squeaky voiced big *** ******

The wind cries midnight
and to my delight
I leave here soon
so farewell as I say Good Night


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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