A whisper from a Phantom

With So much hope I carried you home

home of mine, I live alone

I love the darkness echoes around

As you came in, its yet to be found

I cover myself with this hideous face,

but I'm instantly cured by your beauty and grace

Carried you home, with immense hesitation

I had no plan, only innocent persuasion

Fallen Angel of that I'm sure

Am I her destiny? , A carcass has no cure

Her eyes shine concurring the darkness in whole

while her melodious voice remains to sooth my broken soul

Mask I wear to hide myself from her

Simple words I say to connect and confer 

With this darkness around, this phantom can only say

My heart is the only thing I can
offer, with no hope I whisper, you to stay...

 ~ Inspired by the phantom of the opera

9th September 2011

Music of the night

Big Empty

Back home,

I feel like a stranger 

in this familiar place.

Messy,

I try to find a space 

to rest my head, 

which has a mind of its own these days.

I close my eyes

Faint images started to unreel

I gazed in to the night that time stood still.

1.38am so little time.

Moon at its peak and showering its light 

we arrived,

high energy to keep company 

mindful social distancing 

we barely touched 

guilty circumstances prevail

I step in with happy smoke,

I exhale deliberately

Into her lungs 

as she collected the molecules of smoke.

She smiled, 

eyes never lie they say.

who are they?

I wonder.

as I did it again,

This time I was flying high.

2.12am is it time to go?

we still kept a foot a part. 

She only answers questions.

its never the other way around.

the time slowly leaked with desperate songs.

2.42am we are still here,

empty cigarette pack,

empty shot glass

so time to eat some barbeque chicken, 

yes that's it!

hush now its a secret code!

2.56am I exhale valiantly

to no avail.

We have to depart

no more time left

We are certainly good at breaking boundaries

and building them right back up.

we still remain.

I have no clue why.

3.08am its a 6 period day, she said.

hurried pleasantries 

we bid good night,

strangers back again.

I had no idea what I was looking for,

dazed and confused 

I make my return.

Mind is filled,

big empty

under the shocking realization,

that I'm all alone this time. 

6.25am - emptiness is deafening.