Dark thoughts

In the black of the night,
dark of the thoughts in our mind, takes a stroll.
confident and bold,
the reaper with its scythe, his hoods down
is not the only ghost riding on his horse
and taming the night.

reclined and half asleep
yet eyes open wide.
in the silence of the night
we scream loudly inside.
a quarter of our brain
in search of a sanctum.
wanders about least realising
it has already lost
in the vortex of its own thought.

help me,help me, help me please
it keeps shouting and tossing
all throught the night,
yet we keep breathing
eyes rolling slowly over
to see our own ghost hover.

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