good night

ing.iyi geceler

bir pulp $arkısı..

now it’s coming to the end of the evening.
the time when the ceiling sways and objects jerk out of place.
your eyelids heavy you make your way down the yellow streets past rows and rows of houses
curtains drawn tight against the cold night air. to a flight of stairs which lead to a room where a bed is waiting for you to lie down
perhaps alone, perhaps not and go to sleep again.
they wait alone in unused rooms they sit and they remember.
oh please remember.
so you lie on your back in the dark and listen to the blood rushing in your ears and the soft "tick tick tick" of your watch against the mattress springs, patterns merge behind your eyes, purple and green glowing gently and all is soft with furry darkness.
you yawn once, turn on your side and fall to sleep again. they wait alone.
they bathed your eyes when nights were cold. remember oh please remember there’s something you’ve forgotten.
when you woke later that night the bedroom was cold and you were alone.
alone and afraid of the dark, watching, waiting, watching, waiting, as you lie on your back, naked beneath the cold sheets;
not dead just sleeping..

ninniden farksız pek ho$ bir evanescence $arkısı..

goodnight,sleep tight..
no more tears..
in the morning
i’ll be here..
and when we say goodnight..
dry your eyes
because we said goodnight..
and not goodbye..
we said goodnight..
and not goodbye..

(bkz: good night and go)

(bkz: goodnight moon)