concealed by the fog,
shaded by the darkness,
dulled emotions
sharpen inbetween the haze.
silenced by the rain drops.
leftout,
to only hear my own heartbeat,
each second seems longer than the other.
time is my friend,
time is my enemy,
whats is time?
nothing but a human construct;
a creation of the self,
by the self,
for the self.
my vision is blurred,
sight is a luxury
in such nights.
in such nights,
we get devoured
by our own thoughts.
eaten alive
by things unsaid,
screams that no one can hear,
no one can feel,
but our self.
