Of the night's gloom,
It is where i often go
To lick and nurse all wound
Away from the inquisitive eye of the light
I would hide
Like an undocumented alien
In a foreign clime
A time, i would dialogue with ghosts
That constantly roam
The deep recesses of my thoughts
In search of a permanent home
And with the dead, i reacquint myself,
Watching the ones who dwell
In the rear view mirror
Come alive with shadows and silhouettes
The night is where i wrestle demons,
Ask for refund
On lost times,
Open up a new lung
And breathe
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