Why I Live Nights ??
Why I Live Nights ? It's 3:00 am and I am melting into regrets. Regrets are the reason I live nights. The nights that bind me with insanity While I hear the time ticking with every regret gaining its sanity. The night silence holds my comfortable grief while I dwell in thoughts. The beautiful nightmares sing lullabies to me. The vulnerability of the darkness attracts me to the lost part of myself. The night is a perfectly ruined thing enjoyed by every broken soul. The time when broken hearts collide with mutual feelings. The time when my words play dead and I dream about the reality I desire. The ink drips frantically, carving accidental muses. The remnants of past dodges between the verses I avoid writing and reciting. The moon shines brighter at teary nights. The stardust melts on my skin settling on the screaming scars. The ephemeral memories make their way to the gloomy clouds. The sky is filled with hues of blissful despair. The melancholic pleasure such nights give is definit...