The Midnight hour

When the midnight hour strikes

They come to me

Dressed in Victorian suits and Oxford bags

With gleaming brooches and modish ties

Laughing at me

While I cry.

When the midnight hour strikes

She comes along

She gives me a sudden bliss

The one with an unbroken smile and contagious laugh

That were powered by insolent and wickedness

She used to be someone I love

So I scream while I run.

When the midnight hour strikes

All my silent melancholies unfold

To take form of ghastly shadows,

And laugh at all the fairy tales I had foretold.

Fantasies cut through by arrows

And all the synthetic friendships I kept

The midnight hour strikes

When my inner demons are distressed.