Dead of Night

Fri, 05/13/2016 - 15:45 -- ahxra

Vacant eyes to hide the lies

Whispered at the dead of night.

Moanings of forgotten pasts

Revived at the dead of night.

 

Now are told the drunken thoughts

By sober mouths at night.

Wearing cold hearts on the sleeves

By all the fools at night.

 

Forget the past, forget me now

For I have done you wrong.

Truths are told to all, my dear

For it is the dead of night.

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