It’s two in the morning, I’m tidying my bed.
The night air- chilly, a half-baked moon hangs in the western sky, peeps
Through the window, bids me goodbye.
There is something sad about cloudy nights;
Something I cannot put my finger on-
The world feels lonelier than it should be
And I have a duty to grieve at this hour tonight.
All the things that should be
But have never been…
I smile with the sun, grieve with the moon
Only the moonlight reaches those crevices in my heart the sun will never see…
It’s two ten in the morning, I open my eyes.
The hour has come- it is time to die.
An owl hoots outside.
I play Chopin on YouTube, the music takes my soul
My eyes are tired, my heart weary
I wish I could share this moment with someone who could drink in the silence and…
It’s two twelve in the morning. It is time to die.