I know the night is here,
I knew it was arriving,
But I didn't prepare anything,
Neither greetings, nor the knives.
They dared to come to me,
Glaring me, warning all my crimes,
As if they hold a record of the past,
And I the am set to die.
Who would tell them this,
I have killed them long ago,
They tend to crawl back up,
All these memories,
And all these criminals.
No I don't owe them anything,
I was briefly taken aback,
But this time I will stab hard,
If they aim for my heart.
And they all become one,
One giant dark monster,
I missed the time when I had,
A sunshine, I thought I deserved.
But it wasn't long before,
I was dragged out of that illusion.
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Our Violet Walls
PoetryBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
