Midnight Hour

Flying into the midnight hour
Sweet romance and exponential love, taste so eloquently sour.
Untamed, exhilarated streets and her chambers secretly devour.
Alive, we hold the voice of perfect storm —
We hold the master key of striking power.

Dead like headless weeds, we rattle in frozen chains.
Confusion and anger, seeded with no proverbial names.
Majestic Will…