The evening is unforgiving
And noises creep echoes
Into the words repeating
Deep within the unconscious soul
Eyes search out life
In the emptiness of the room
Alone, Alone, Alone
I lay in silent stillness
The pulse of blood rushing
I hear it louder than the heart
Beat, beating against my chest
Thoughts, regrets, visions play out
In flashes to the mind
Incomplete movie scenes
Of which I am the lead
The villain not a hero
The tragedy holds beauty
A prisoner of the night also
And then it falls
Nothing
Quiet
Still
I am alone
Afraid
Amid this
Madness of the night
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