cold embrace of evening breeze
creeps over the bending trees
scratching the moon - consuming its light
to grant me a curse of sleepless night
the faces in my dreams
blow whispers through my ears
haunted by their screams
these voices i would hear
disturbing murmurs
that breathes within my sleep
crossing borders
as they call out from the deep...
enter the witching hour
unsaved by prayers, they walk this world unseen
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
cold embrace of evening breeze
creeps over the bending trees
scratching the moon - consuming its light
to grant me a curse of sleepless night
the faces in my dreams
blow whispers through my ears
haunted by their screams
these voices i would hear
disturbing murmurs
that breathes within my sleep
crossing borders
as they call out from the deep...
enter the witching hour
unsaved by prayers, they walk this world unseen
can't sleep
