What is this rhythm you are inducing to me?
Does it have a heart to understand my pain?
And this soul-hugging words in your music,
Does it know the weight of my grief?
The candle in my soul is burning out,
My nights are colder than I thought
The hardened darkness face makes me cower
My dreams like spilled water on sand
Refuse to attach to my soul
Loneliness ever contagious dreams grip me with its might,
I never knew I would be a victim
Of loneliness too cold fingers
Stuck at me like a lion on an antelopes throat.
The night is fading out
But my eyes haven’t enjoyed a close.
26th July, 2006