I become.

The night stealthily spreads its shroud

Over the unsuspecting twilight.

And as the sun sets over the horizon,

I become.

I become,

And I dig inside the hallowed depths

Of the unforgiving night.

In the thoughtless void

Of a midnight’s dream.

I dig, and find a pearl.

A pearl of reality

In the harlotry of illusions.

I sit and breathe,

Drenched in the incompleteness that overflows.

And in the tear-stained ink

Of a ripped soul,

I write a poem that never comes.