The curtains are drawn
and its pitch dark inside
My Eyes heavy,
they Want to hide
Concious lies awake
Body, it crawls
In deep stoned state,
apart of me brawls
With his other coherent mate,
that it detestingly resists
It’s midnight
Who is calling that late ?
I wobble,
struggle to focus my sight,
twisting and turning
‘She is calling’,
the screen tells me
I want to
So i flip it outright
And it reads
”One missed call”
From her,
‘The Stranger’ in the night…
