creature of the night


Night is my true element,
And in the moonlight I feel alive
But in the morning
My swollen eyes and…
Hangover, a swamp of pain.
It is not me…
Night is fire.
Morning – absolute ice.
I am fire.
Some air.
A bit of earth.
Even water.
But not the ice.
Passion exists only in the night…
Scream, run and cool off…
Feel it – that burning chill of the dark.
Do not wait for the dawn.
It destroys you,
Demolishes the existence.
It is forbidden to wake up!
Light is your enemy…
And you are mine…


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