I shall lay in the night
Hoping for a new day
With swollen eyes, my poetry I shall not read again
Those are sad as losing a loved one,
And they say words I can't reply
"The time comes for all of the living ones, tis is truth, you can't deny"
I close my eyes and Orpheus has not come,
I light them up with a secret cigarette, once I know no one is here to make this addiction be overcomed
A quiet cry is sang by a self wisdom
Their faucets know no one will be here to comprehend what they have to say
So they cry into the oblivion
At the dark of the night, we all await for a day to come
Why? I ask myself
If it was known, this question would remain undone
But I know that for some, the night prevails
I wish the light would come and raise against
The expectations rise with each and every day
A new perspective with a tomorrow
Once night comes, we all lay
Our nightmares we got to be covered
They haunt us every once and when is dark.
When night comes we all get thrilled
We hear a sound on our door, from those who widowed us from our dreams
Who made things reachable, never done
When we ask them who they are
The dark responds
"It's the silence tapping on your door, only this, and nothing more"
