Dark night, dark skies,
A dark lonely road,
Early winter's mist in the air,
And the neighbourhood's silent.
It's ides of november,
A friday night then,
And i'm all alone,
In my apartment.
Sitting on that wooden chair,
Rocking to and fro,
The smoke slowly rises above,
And the ashes lie below.
With every tik,
And every tok,
Of the timeless weary clock,
My head feels heavier,
My mind closes its doors.
And the lazy noise of cricket,
Pulls me into a trance,
And my eyes can bear no more.
Then twice rang the bell,
It was 2o clock then,
Cold breeze is sneaking into the room,
Sending the chills down my spine,
And even the deepest of my dreams,
Can feel,
That i've tripped over the Line.
The rooms suddenly dark,
And im wide awake,
What hath happened?
This must be a mistake.
Am i dreaming,
Or am i awake.
My head still hurts,
This isnt fake.
Staring out the window,
I can see,
The whole world looks dead,
And i pondered
'Why only me?'
Then amidst all the darkness,
That has shrouded every inch of space,
I see a light,
A light i can see,
Across the lane,
Beside the wise oak tree,
And i see a man,
Standing near the window,
Staring right at me.
Im not alone,
Not alone,
In this world of pain,
Where, from once the stage,
U fall, u cant regain.
Where every human feeds,
On the flesh of humanity,
And embraces the door to insanity.
In this world of chaos,
Im not alone.
But look closely,
He looks right at me,
But it seems to me,
He looks right through me.
But look closely,
He looks right at me,
But it seems to me,
He looks right through me.
At first i felt,
Some warmth in those eyes.
Now i see the blood,
Beneath that lies.
The more i tense my eyes,
To see the shadowy man,
The more he mystifies.
Oh! my eyes,
They're as heavy as lead,
Is it the evening booze?
That do reflect.
The man's gone,
Not even a shadow present,
Maybe i was wasted,
My senses imperfect.
Maybe it was a dream,
A hallucination,
That i should neglect.
But what is that,
Its the man again,
And i'm not incorrect.
Outside the room,
In the verandah he stood,
Jumped off!
I just stared,
There was nothing that i could.
Suddenly my blood went cold,
My heart went numb,
A rush of emotions,
I fell on the chair,
And for the night,
I was done.
Seven years has passed since then,
Never saw the man again,
Never truly realized,
What that night happened.
And i never felt the same again.
Until tonight,
I saw the man again,
Only this time,
He was sitting in the chair,
And it was me,
Who was intently staring.
Maybe some windows,
Should never be opened.
