Friendship can't be found
At the bottom of a glass
But I'll drink to Night
At the end of each
Day of friends and make belief
Darkness waits, alone...
Night is the mirror
Of a solitary soul
Its beauty crushing
My beautiful Nyx
I worship thee with silence
But long for your kiss
Solitary life
My friend and my nemesis
Love, hate, both the same
The world's gone to bed
Funny how no one's around
When you're most alone
Longing - but for what?
This question I ask from Night
But it is silent
Bore my friends again
With angsty little haiku
If they're even read...
18 March 2012
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