In a dark, lightning night of August,
one thing lead to another,
and I was there at the pitch black half-broken wooden door of the lone house.
The pavement was shaking in terror, the house was screaming from inside.
Lights were out and the doorknob felt cold against the skin.
It wasn't nice;
Rather it was horrifying- a dreamlike.
The road was empty behind...leading to the lights.
Some known faces were seen far, far ahead.
I could go back through this way...
Or I could stay...stay as long as I can!
My dilemma didn't last long.
Because suddenly it all became quiet and beautiful.
The house wasn't crying anymore, it was calling my name.
The stormy wind was blowing through my skin as a smooth breeze of spring.
From some far away distance there was a warning call.
But it didn't matter to me at all...
It was like being in love,
And truth wasn't different from illusion anymore.
Before storm started blowing harder again,
I spoke to the night at last,
‘It seems tomorrows gonna be a good day to repent,
So let's do something stupid tonight!’
This is a first draft, just now wrote. Please feel free to suggest any changes.
