In the Dead of Night

Engulfed by the silence of the dead of night is a heart torn into pieces, incapable of repair. I know. Imagine how horrible that feels. Imagine how tormenting that seems to the soul. I can only sit here, look at the good old days, and crack a lonely smile, if there is ever a thing like that. “We all fall in love sometimes,” the song hums through the warping cord of my headset. I don’t know anymore wether it’s the silence that’s deafening or the emotions I get. But, sometimes, no matter how beautiful the story goes at some point, if you ain’t lucky, there will always be the sad ending of a life hitting you in the head, saying “it’s okay; life goes on anyway.”

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