The Lights From The Town


You see the lights
from the town
vanishing in nights.
The clocks counting down
all your lost fights.
You, kissing the ground
until you go wild.


Building Walls


All you try
is building walls.
But all I find
is empty halls.
All stone & fire
& hollow light.
So burn the pyre,
it’s time to fight.

You say no one knows
how it feels
to be haunted by ghosts
and cold memories.