Night

Darkness swallows the day,
allowing the reflections
of the street lights to
dance on dark water
flowing with a slow murmur.
I sit on a bench and watch
while listening to the
same song over and over,
untill it becomes a curse.
A curse that crucifies me
to one melted dream.
That dream
so beautiful,
so innocent,
came to me like a feather
wrapped in the soft breeze
but slit my throat
like a straight razor.

Dreams change you like the death
even when they are melted away
you end up in a cursed maze
trying to find the person
who lived before the dream
who has faded away,
like the day swallowed by the darkness.