Nyctophilia

Another night hits the busy land Pushing away the long dawn Waiting patiently to fall asleep While the restless body lying freely on the cold floor Eyes are wide awake in a lightless room Four blade fan spinning around ahead me And so my head Looking at the up The dark air becomes a sketch book The energyless finger turns into a painting brush Begin to draw your miserable eyes And down to your little lips Wish you will appear From the thin air Deep quietness running withing the enclosed walls Each beats of heart steal away the quietness Leaving the unidentified traces of you behind The darkness no more a horror view But scattered pieces of you Now, the eyelids closing slowly Only your picture remains in my memory.