Midnight

so tonight feels strange
like  spirits of past lives
are restless
and not at all pleased
at me wasting my time
and the heartbeat of the world
... is skipping beats
and the zombied arms of
past lovers are reaching
past me
for what could have been
and in this strange haze
of half awake
half asleep
jumbled gris gris
...   black words from
frantic lips
make no real sound
  and
     fall
like a silent scream
to those
who never
  care
     to
listen