What a backwards world!
We’d rise to our dreams
And plunge back down,
Away from the strange land,
To find ourselves back in our head
At the alarm clock’s call
Waking down in the middle of the night
Is always quite awful;
Kicked out of Cloud Nine
Because our hosting bed was complaining.
Insomniacs must be very down-to-earth,
And deep-sleepers are likely heavy dreamers,
Eager to escape.
A shadow on asphalt
Inked words in the night
A black cat in an alley
A place without light
A panther in a forest
A crow on a cloudy night
A whisper in a dark room
Black on black is doom, doom, doom
I personally like night and plum, but personality-wise am more aubergine.
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Fire flickering and dancing
Pushing night away.