a midnight flight

with your
hands on your head and a heart of stone,
in the darkness of a midnight flight,
staring into the void of being alone
in the darkness of a midnight flight,
as the sadness within realises your fate
lost in its endless disguises,
understanding your affection too late
weeping ice from frozen eyes.


with your
sympathy surfing on a wave of sound
in the darkness of a midnight flight,
devil sent and to hell your bound
in the darkness of a midnight flight,
a lifetime neatly packed in guarded ways
lost in its endless disguises,
wisp full and wanton your wasted days
weeping ice from frozen eyes.

with your
heart riding this missile thru the morning
in the darkness of a midnight flight,
star bursts pierce your soul without warning
in the darkness of a midnight flight,
each one hurts, for madness rules the race
lost in its endless disguises,
it would only go to prove your lack of grace
weeping ice from frozen eyes.

tenuous mementos so bold
in the darkness of a midnight flight
lost in its endless disguises,
in the darkness of a midnight flight
weeping ice from frozen eyes
tenuous mementos so cold

greg.

A chilling write !Well done!