Nights

Days are made to pass

But nights remain as curse

A chariot of wagon wheel

A serpent, rattles whole on my bare body

Injuries may heal with time

But marks will always remain

And forever it will remind of the injury

The unseen injury

Restless on my comfortable bed

I toss and turn and try to sleep

But thoughts are bulking my head

As if it will blast soon and pain soon will be visible

Things are not in my control

Brain is mastering it

The past is flashing its scorching light beams

Tearing me apart, breaking me at seams

Strange.. darkness of my life is more visible in dark

Just turning on edge of the bed, I saw my figure in mirror

Horrible and scary the marks frightened me

Hurriedly turned backward.

Parasites.. sucked all what I had

Now a skeleton of live burden

Lost everything what I had

Now lets end it in most possible way

You in the colors of this world

And I as usual in the pages of a book