Memories of dreams and midnight illusion
Stay awake late night and wait for the dawn.
Scribbling on an empty page, making mazes
Bread crumbs for lonely heart, leaving traces.
Wander alone in the backyard, gaze at the moon
And the clouds pass by, crickets play their tune.
Vacant eyes and blank mind drink from the night
As this stripped soul sinks slowly, in the moonlight.
All my sins, all my vices and all the crimes of my passion
I bury them in me, every full moon night, my obsession.
And all my misdeeds, mistakes and missed moments
No regrets, no complains, no guilt feelings or pretends.
Like a ghost in the haunted house, I walk around
Waiting for the long lost love, yet to be found
As sometimes on the door there’s a knocking sound
Every time I answer, to burn my hopes to the ground.
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