Drift me away along with the dust traveling to infinity.
To another world where it feels more at home.
To another world where I don’t feel alone.
Trapped in the angst of my soul.
Not being embraced as a whole.
A state of nothingness creeps upon me.
Disappearing in the darkness of the shadows.
How it has clocked my life.
Because that is the only place where I find peace.
I call it nyctophilia.
And what am I when the day turns into the night,
listening to the nocturnal and the howling wind?
My soul leaving my body,
To be at rest.
Tears strain down my cheeks,
Enough for my lungs to fight for air in the peaks.
The atmosphere seems to be held in place by a certain silence, waiting for a sign to move.
Even the earth forgot its behoove.
Taken over by this silence that I yet do not understand myself.
It seems that things don’t have a meaning,
At least not anymore.
The demons and darkness have taken over.
Making me believe that it knows better.
These demons can’t be seen,
But they’re far from imaginary.
They live inside my mind.
Their evilness prevails,
About to end the fight.
Then I stop and think:
This is a melancholy I’ll fight one more night.