Midnite Hours

The dawn is nigh and they shall rise again

Clear water visions of deception and pain

I dried the spring, the fountain and the rain

Drinking with the fools & became one of them

So long I’ve been waiting for the curtain call

Craving for the prize but it meant none at all

I was blessed though and could seize the bliss

Would I confess my sins and forget the past

The Bottle

I have no memories left of such days

When flying high was worth the pain

I woke up shaken this morning again

From dusk to dawn falling in the maze

From Friday night bottles to early raised flasks

Fake smiles arise at night among those lying masks

Right there next to me there is an empty space

‘Tis my twin who made it in another time & place

Salute to those that passed and to their dead heroes

Some took the prize while others just paved the road

Burned one’s leisure by too many high degrees doses

I shall lead charge again ‘cuz I am King of the Throwed