Middle of the night, I hear myself scream
I pray it was all a fever dream
She’s standing in the corner, eyes staring at me
Her face hidden in the shadows for me to never see
Her glare burns through the pitch black of the room
Everything around me is engulfed in heavy fume
Shadows dancing on the wall
Is it her or just the city’s lights?
Toying with me in the dead of night
I’m startled even by a phone call
‘You are what you did’
She said from the dark in which she hid
Her voice pierces new holes in my heart
The first rays of sun creeping in through the blinds
Pull me far away from her into their warm embrace
And finally there's nothing left of her but a blank space
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 8:54 AM UTC
Middle of the night, I hear myself scream
I pray it was all a fever dream
She’s standing in the corner, eyes staring at me
Her face hidden in the shadows for me to never see
Her glare burns through the pitch black of the room
Everything around me is engulfed in heavy fume
Shadows dancing on the wall
Is it her or just the city’s lights?
Toying with me in the dead of night
I’m startled even by a phone call
‘You are what you did’
She said from the dark in which she hid
Her voice pierces new holes in my heart
The first rays of sun creeping in through the blinds
Pull me far away from her into their warm embrace
And finally there's nothing left of her but a blank space