Nights Of Sorrow

As I pity myself to death,

The night is in glee as I bleed,

It likes the tune of my silence,

As it witnesses the end part of my pretense.

Others adore the beauty of night,

As it persuades their eyes and minds,

At night, our thoughts go elsewhere,

To something dark, bidding a farewell.

As I cry myself to sleep,

The night is whispering sweet nothings,

It cackles as I cry in anguish,

As it willingly mimics my worries.

Others surrender themselves at night,

As it lulls them just right,

At night, we're all seduced,

It is as deadly and traitorous as Zeus.

As I close my eyes to dream,

The night is shameless to me,

It knows someone is so sorry,

As it heed to my cries and worries.