It was the third of October,
Dark shade filled the night skies,
Easy was the stars to the eyes,
But terror was victim of the night.
It was a thriller night.


I was beside you all night staring,
But your eyes laid elsewhere,
I whispered to your heart,
But your heart hid from me.
It was a frightful night.


The dispair in the air grew,
As we cling to our device,
Shouting amidst silents words,
Tantrum of words that ached the heart.
It was a tough night.


In heart, hope was laid,
Hoping to bleed out the pain,
Hoping to welcome the joy of morning sun,
Hoping to hold my love.
It was a stale night.


She had an arsenal of pain to give,
I had an arsenal of love to give,
We stayed at the sea of despair to long,
And thought we were fishes.
It was a wishful night.


An atmosphere of parenthetical pause
My heart bleeds in hope I'm redeemed by morning
This is my 28th line of pain.

@shollyshegs