Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Dead of the night
Steady beat of the heart
The constant tick
The deafening silence
The cold stillness
Of nothing

Breathe
With each breath
You only feel it

Slowly..
Catches up with you
Stops you in your tracks
Creeps into you
Crawls under your skin

Like the day, or the sunshine
Was just a fading glimpse of a dream
Distant

And here you are
Dead of the night