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Who Cares Who I Am?
The dark night comes
covering the dirty marks of streets
giving you peace and calmness
Desiring the isolation and loneliness.
Walking in your dreams
The beauty of blurring and emptiness
only old cats watch you.
Seeing no one but a few strangers.
The fewer you had
The lower you desired
The smaller you achieved
The easier you took.
Sitting on a stool
with your night soup and meal,
face an old man, the night god and
king of murder, rape and blackmail.
Smiling at you
His mind reaches you
The conversation is silent
The king of night fetches your soul.
This not a dream but the real.
Controlling you to steal.
The silence is an order
To commit the sinnest kill
The night, ugly with fantasy
The night, evil with creation
The night, dirty with entertaining
The night, empty with peace.
Trying a crime never committed
Trying a dream you dreamed
Trying madness you desired
Trying destroying you wished.
You can’t rebuild a destructive world
You must destroy the destruction
The night with you from punishment
The darkness shields you from burning light.
What you remembered is
what you forgot.
What you hated is
what you loved.
Only the dark night
your safe heaven
walked out with hope
because you can’t see and miss.
The temptation of night
you only home of hope.
The evil king disappeared
With heartless thrust.
