It’s the night that brings melancholy,
to a heart that waits pathetically,
to a fixing of a hating personality,
from a love that ended tragically.
It’s when a mist is slowly appearing,
that a soul mate is lost in wandering,
it being devoured by the saddest feeling,
it being led to a doomed pairing.
It’s the decade-long agony,
while lusting in pain daily,
breathing in the toxic city,
just keeping the agonizing memory.
It’s the nightmare that plagues every night,
a punishment to a miserable life,
when living like dying is being alive,
if so he must live in this irony of life.