The Night Beggar

The night is a painless lawn

Infused with chants and stars

And calm whispers of joy.

The night is a distant sound

That shakes the peaceful sleep

Of tides.

The night is a precious friend

That keeps our deathwish away.

The night is unbearable delight

When you're here to plant

The seeds of eternal youth

With your bare hands.

I'm life itself begging for more

I'm life itself finding a way

I'm life itself speaking again

I'm life itself leaving this pain behind

For your love is the wonder of a child

For your love is the pure passion of mind

For your love is the only shelter of time

For your love is a treasure of the same kind

The night is a painful place

Cursed with screams and bones

And spells of a spiritual desert.

The night is a silent plague

That bleeds forever in my torn

Apart body.

The night is a putrid clot

That grows a tumor in my

Exhausted flesh.

The night is unbearable suffering

When you're here to destroy the

Tiny things i care for.

I'm flesh itself begging for its defeat

I'm flesh itself finding its relief

I'm flesh itself leaving its hollow ground

For your love is the tough winter of fear

For your love is the hard feeling of grudge

For your love is the only shelter of doubt