The Night
written & performed by: Luiz Syphre
the night is dark and dead
a mirror to my bitter soul
I walk by empty, love deprived streets
filled with ghosts from our long ago
smiles on see-through faces
carry on a trivial, lopping conversation
us once, they talk about the before
and I miss you and miss you
oblivious to reality, they float on infinite bliss
the further I’m upon
mourning monsters are born
from shadows of nothingness
dematerialized creatures morph to dozens
of floating, haunting eyes
and advance slowly toward me
long, tall, slim figures squeeze and contort
out of invisible corners and woodwork
they reek of your sweet perfume
I hear your fragile voice in the distance
and I run to your calling
but dozens of menacing arms
reach out to me from transparent bodies
they long to pass their infection on to me
red pair of eyes glare at me
then, spawned from the womb in the dark
I see sorrows amass to drips from wet faces
as they approach, towering figures
drop to their knees and manifest burning throats
uncontrollably, they sing a desperation song
to the night, to each other, and then on to me
monsters of mourning do as they may
and pass their infection to dry eyes
in unison now
we all turn and mourn
you
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