This is just words., no,structure just rubbish - just needed to write
It's the loneliness in the night
when the darkness is awake
that takes me to edge of nowhere
when the past is here , so near
and now is lost behind in the dusty roads , of your conscience
Oh lonely , lonely nights
where the sound of silence blows my mind
and even the air
is afraid to breathe
It's the loneliness in the night
when the darkness is awake
that the crimes of lost and loving
bear fruit , as the memories
fill my mind with long gone images
I sit in the kitchen , the light flickering
cup in both hands , sipping tea
staring , drifting past and present
wondering, regretting , longing
thinking
the air afraid to breathe
to beak the spell of darkness