Dead Station of Soul V3

Midnight in my darkest hour The radio turned to nowhere, n nothing The night is open to static, unknown A vice of something from silence moans Its whispers are lost in the either of night Cold moonlight settles on my floor Its liquid form is translucent and unformed I draw the air of midnight, misty cold Feeling dead stations of Soul Each a place of memory My birth My life I have forgotten all the rest I watch my coming death Nothing is as I know Midnight at my darkest hour Knowing the dead stations of Soul Static & unknown!