I am vigilant at midnight

Silence is my solace sound

a plaintive emotion

the traitor of the night

Paper and pen

Sweet to my hand,

I wrote "I miss you."

My lips seek you

a nexus between love and hate

the agonizing pain

dwells in my veins like hell

burning my peace to flames

I cried a river

I chase my breath

I drenched woods

Nightingale hum me to sleep