These are the nights
in which all that you said
becomes true
and all that you did
becomes justified
These are the nights
in which the lights in my mind
stay on
while the black of the night
***** the luminescence out of all else
These are the nights
in which the future
no longer exists
and the past
becomes all too tangible once again
These are the nights
in which my imagination
crucifies me time and time again
but the rising sun
brings no promise of salvation
forgive him father, for he
knows not what he is
much less what he does
These are the nights
in which he wishes
he didn't
in which he wishes
he wasn't
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
These are the nights
in which all that you said
becomes true
and all that you did
becomes justified
These are the nights
in which the lights in my mind
stay on
while the black of the night
***** the luminescence out of all else
These are the nights
in which the future
no longer exists
and the past
becomes all too tangible once again
These are the nights
in which my imagination
crucifies me time and time again
but the rising sun
brings no promise of salvation
forgive him father, for he
knows not what he is
much less what he does
These are the nights
in which he wishes
he didn't
in which he wishes
he wasn't
