I have seen nights emerge out from memories with your name engraved across the blood moon You rose within me like a lost shadow clinging to the side of the moon, attached to it's push and pull, while a ghoul pushed me onto a spiky pillow, that crowns my dreams regal over murky lands, from somber realms to the wake of blue. Ever since, Lost time adheres to the skin beneath my eyes– black as the darkness that threatens to devour me. Honestly, It's not the dark I fear but rather the things that happen to me in the dark. Since, I have come to believe in phantoms that lurk in silence waiting for subtle signals of self destructions. Lost and a little hopeless Blurred moon sits quiet, While the world is too busy, drenched in it's artificial light. Strangely, the feelings of emptiness are quite heavy. I tarry alone - taciturn without viable strength, fearing only the persistent noise not yet heard As,I am forever lost inside this deserted caves without echoes And I’m afraid if my memory will imprint a false copy, to soothe a mind that’s under the weather. What if it’s all different when we meet again And what if our hearts have shifted to a place we can’t locate?