HOLLOW NIGHT

Its dark in the night, unusually dark,;

and he is laying on the bed,

with limbs spread out like a venomous spider

hands curled like a snake.

It's cold and dark, darker than the night sky;

Darker than the dying coal,

the night hung open like a witch's darkest spell,

absorbing every colour and making it unbearable.

The hope is fading and the spell growing stronger.

He wants to curl back like a foetus, safe and warm ;

if only he knew.

The night carries hollowness in his heart, chocking the thoughts;

eyes blindfolded, wandering in a child's play.

Paint him blue, paint him red,

paint him white,  paint him gold, but not a drop of black.

Make him alive or let him die