Dark as night, mystical to the eye
Fragments of dust and dirts scattered around it surface
Reminds me of the lonely hours of night
Where all that captivates the sober eyes is nothingness,
Wrapped in thoughts that haunts the mind
As does our bodies with the ghosts that lurk in the dark,
Craving the attention of lonely men
It’s strangely beautiful, without color, and alluring like my dreams
Yet, the longer the gaze, the slow realization that we are trapped
By an interpretation that only goes beyond our dull lives.
By Daniella D.