Twenty Past Midnight isn’t just a collection of poetry.

It’s a descent.

These aren’t just poems. They’re echoes —scratched into walls, whispered under breath, stitched in skin in a room that no longer exists.

Twenty Past Midnight began as a concept album —a series of soundscapes carved from insomnia, fractured sleep, and the silence that screams at 3am.

Each track was built in the dark,and every piece on these pages walks alongside it —mirrors, ghosts, shadows, and memory.

But it refused to stay sonic.

These words demanded paper.
These images demanded breath.

This book is its companion —a shadow to its rhythm, a mirror to its pulse.