Night

The peace in rest,
The long waited guest,
Time to store your quest,
In a never locked chest,
As your heart beats at the arrest,
Comfortably laying in your nest,
The end of the never ending test,
Will always be our request,
Were we have all confessed,
At our memories than have never impressed,
And all the sadness that was repressed,
It’s the time that thought protest,
It will infest and become your vest,
You must ingest and invest.

The dream in time,
To remember that tomorrow you must grime,
Mapping out your climb,
No need for a life that taste like lime,
Imagining your prime,
Your own committed crime,
The life with a frozen clime,
The mouth that will never chime.

The devil in the flash,
A nightmare filled in ash,
As your evil must clash,
And your dreams will crash,
As you will get a smash,
A sharp slash,
That throws your stash,
And turns it to trash.