Midnight
I am back again
every night
Thinking of nothing
Thinking of everything
While Waiting
Waiting for
No, craving for
actually for what am I waiting for?
For you?
The one without a face
The one with no eyes to look at
No voice to listen to
True
Ghosts always come around midnight
It is long after midnight - I keep waiting
A bird already welcomes the next day, expelling my silent ghost
You were there, right?
Witching hour might be over for today
Waiting is not
