8/11/09
Posted on: October 2, 2009, at 11:09:20am

It is quiet, the night.
A silence that is broken by the barking
of a restless dog.
A sad song is sung by the fowl of the night.
It is quiet again.
It is at this hour that my brain
strikes at me.
For quite sometime now,
melancholy dreams and horrible thoughts have invaded my sleep.
But the most horrendous of all is
her image.
The thought of her tears through me like a dagger.
The very moment i met her i was cursed,
for she holds my heart ransom but
i will never reach her demands.
Soon, very soon, the quiet of the night
will be broken, the light of day will
consume the night and i will be free.