Midnight once again ,
Im left to drown with all these memories,
Feeling so drained,
As if my life consisted of failed documentaries.
Drowning once again in these memories,
By those pronounced dead,
Like accessories,
Promised gold filled with regret.
Midnight strikes ,
As your mind goes on strides,
A far hike guided by the night ,
Twice the size,
Than the hearts that collide.
16th March 23
