Dichtende Designerin

The night embraces you with stillness

Engulfing the world in darkness

The shadows dislodge from the walls

To roam the roads, looking for their next victim

Answering the moon’s silent calls

When midnight strikes, you run home from the ball

The masquerade you were forced to wear comes off

The mirror stares at your scrawny features

Shadows tugging at the jagged edges of your thoughts

Snoring in their cozy beds

Unaware of your tragedy

They only care about vanity

You come undone, in threads

It happened quiet

The demon’s riot