Night prose 1

Latently tainted acquaintances
Lay faintly adjacent, complacent saints
Seeking refrain from the strain
And tacit games of the nameless
Placid gangs roaming passively along the plains of pandering and pain.They find folly in the quaint And callow maze of their fond forgotten days, forever to remain like ghosts inside their brains. We shift our gaze and sift among the soft and sullen rays of sun and borrow songs unsung from sirens whose silence harrows and hangs along the bays in the calming waves finding respite in the morrow. We find our heroes, desperate to reclaim their minds in this desolate hour, never to regain the times of their resolute power to which they heir to nether and sorrow. Whether to try in vain, or to buy the promise of the sane, the lies remain the same. The time mutually borrowed.