Midnight\'s Slave

Shadows fall across my skin,
Darkness surrounds my bed,
The moon shines across the street
Thoughts run through my head.
My restless mind cries for mercy
As tiredness takes over my soul,
Echo’s of bad dreams rush by,
As I lie awake and out of control.
The clock says it’s midnight,
I always see this time
With my head so jumbled by colors and a body stiff like rime
Can’t lie still,
All I can see is the shady, still moon.
As echo’s from next door,
Come crying through the room.
I turn in bed,
Insomnia has taken my mind,
The leaves rustle outside,
The wind blows into the blind.
When in the darkness I see a light,
deep blue eyes and smooth blond hair,
I’m mystified by what I see,
The amazing girl who’s standing there.
I run my fingers through her locks,
and feel so lost in intensity
she just stares into my face,
Like she is judging me.
She gives me a hug,
and tells me it will be all right,
She turns her head
and disappears into the night.
I feel controlled
tangled into a jungle of worth
When I realise that it was you
I fall back into the mirth.
I look at my pillow, see a strand of blond
fallen next to my dark hair,
I close my eyes and all I see
is her gorgeous stare.
I look at the clock it still says 12,
“I’m dreaming, I’ve got to be” I pray,
I lean back onto my bed
I close my eyes and wake the next day.

I realize I’ve fallen in love,
With the girl from the delusion
And now every night at 12
I see her gorgeous illusion.
I’m strangled by darkness,
I try to be brave
But I already know the truth,
I am midnight’s slave.