Constant Metanoia

Saturday, 16 May 2020

When those nightmares turn out to be true.

He smelled of cigarette smokes
And blasphemous nights.
He wasn't my kind of ecstasy,
But that night my demons were restless.
Nightmares were all I had,
All they wanted was a midnight party,
High stakes all Or nothing.
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