someone knows

Got lost last night:

Ended up, 

with the ghost of night:

He knew all my whispered prayers;

he knew my dieing stars:

I asked him,

about the name of this dance;

he softly said,

it's same as that of the song.

I think he was drunk;

why else wander with astray?

I plucked him a valley of Lily;

why the poison?

because that's all I got.

Showed him my scars,

my zen-tangled facades:

if this night was blessed with voice;

it would too scream for the dawn.

We sipped some tea at the park bench;

talked through the side walks:

my mind's like space,

heart?

a black hole:

Why did you have to like 

the land and dried leaves this much, he asked;

why did you had to go this far?

He knew my hands trembled, 

at sight of their stark;

he knew about my run off,

and the first home I sparked:
Showed me the shades of stars:

My ruler, the fear;

he quietly shoved it off.

If you could turn one lie into truth

what it would be?
"I'm fine"
I sniffled on my scars:
The night birds were too gone;
silhouette's of wind in clouds:
So if it rains tonight;
at least you know,
that I'll drown.