Looking For Gold | Wild Nights!

Wild nights!

Wild night! …. Wild nights!

Pardon me, no wilderness is in mine

Grey is all I vision

Grey is the dye of my nights

Not black, not red, nor white

All the spices of the Indians

Lost their taste upon my tongue

All the aromas of Arabia

Gone to stench across my lungs

I bear my calling to all my mates

Hear me sane and bid my will

Do you fancy yourself dead inside?

Lucky you…!

I’m well decayed; my ashes fuelling hell

Amazed at my pyro façade and fiery breath?

Vampiric is my touch, frost, shuttering ice

Frozen are the sinews of my core

Bare my senses I do plea

Till the drug evict the soul

Senses fell numb, dreaded awakening

Mind wailing in agony; only if the drug unveiled

Death is not the answer

The reddish ink has marked

LOVE………………………. Can’t even find for it words

Lost-Life-Vigour-Lust

Everything drains a cost

Wild nights! …… Wild night!

Nights are what I fear the most

Nights are utterly the worst