When Clock Strikes Midnight | Poem


When clock strikes midnight,

I’m looking for you,

To know my heart’s games.

Paining me the blood,

Tearing me the bones,

Awaking me the anxious hour,

I’m destroying me,

Through lurking into myself.

I hate myself now,

I hate this world now,

I hate Deathra now,

I call Liebe now,

Yet, you tease me to sleep.

Deathra, wait for that night,

I’ll come to you,

And, breathe my last kiss.


When clock strikes midnight,

I’m anxious to scream,

And, this pain asking me to sleep,

Deathra! O my mistress! Come!

Wrap yourself in my blood.


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