Nights.

At night
I feel like a prey of my own thoughts
Like everything is coming down
To hunt me
Like being pushed to the ground
And being eaten selfishly
Destroyed into million pieces of sorrow
Each part of my soul
Every dream I am about dream
Everything comes down
To absolutely nothing
Everything seems to fade and I become a person I don’t know
What are these nights I ponder at times
Maybe they are the most honest of all.
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