Nocturnal Regime

With a heavy heart,

and a restless dream.

Waking up in time

Of the nocturnal regime.

Looking for a way,

To end my plight.

I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.

When no one dares,

To speak-out aloud.

And the cemetery has,

The only crowd.

When the moon sheds,

The only light.

I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.

Every sound,

So loud and clear.

And whispering shadows

Call you near.

When the dogs rule,

Howl and fight.

I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.

Walking aimlessly,

To unknown places.

Or searching my haunts,

To find past traces.

Sensed by creatures,

But still out of sight.

I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.

Lusting and longing,

For a woman’s touch.

But too late for that,

I knew as much.

Born of this earth,

with the ether we reunite.

I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.

With no food or drink.

That’ll quench my thirst.

Nor any soft bed,

That’ll rest the cursed.

To search a way,

A fluttering flame may ignite.

I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.

Returning now,

to my abode.

Cursing the curse,

That on me bestowed.

Some sins were such,

the lord never forgave.

And thus at dawn,

I re-enter my grave.

What I missed the most,

Was his glorious light,

When I stepped out slowly,

One fine night.