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NIGHTS II
Very rarely, nights are therapeutic
But 98% of the time, they are mess and sorrow full!
full of all staled meats you bottled back in the day
full of the tattered apparels you covered in daylight.
Nights expose all you keep from the light of the day
All that screams beneath your face,
And the secrets beneath your mask,
Tear them open and blow them into the sorrowful spaces of the dark
You see them hovering in the air all around you
just you, and they make you tear apart.
I am very scared of nights
cuz they remind me of too many things
they make whispers of things I don't like to hear,
Lies I hate to smell nor see
about who i am!
about the creature backing this body
through every second of time.
Just maybe these whispers aren't lies, but that breaks
and mashes every pinch of my flesh.
These are nights i talk about
But i try so much to write
to bury my pains and awaken my SOUL.
© Dele
But 98% of the time, they are mess and sorrow full!
full of all staled meats you bottled back in the day
full of the tattered apparels you covered in daylight.
Nights expose all you keep from the light of the day
All that screams beneath your face,
And the secrets beneath your mask,
Tear them open and blow them into the sorrowful spaces of the dark
You see them hovering in the air all around you
just you, and they make you tear apart.
I am very scared of nights
cuz they remind me of too many things
they make whispers of things I don't like to hear,
Lies I hate to smell nor see
about who i am!
about the creature backing this body
through every second of time.
Just maybe these whispers aren't lies, but that breaks
and mashes every pinch of my flesh.
These are nights i talk about
But i try so much to write
to bury my pains and awaken my SOUL.
© Dele
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