We Only Come Out At Night

Distopia! The golden sun of day finds itself sinking far away in mud And the sky is smeared with darkness as black and gray clouds flood The skies of fate and destiny As the black sedates the workers of day to sleep Day has died and night is nigh Where the rest of the world is away in their mansions The torn, left in the cold, make a quick expansion Into the silent dark outdoors, they patrol Almost as dark as the burning coal of their soul In day, they were neglected Their ideas were deflected Our creativity was ignored My generosity appeals without reward Let the busy bees return to their perfect world And the torn left in the cold can create a home to head toward In the silent, holy night Tonight, the moon shines bright So beautiful as I sit here alone in spite And reflect on my personality in fright In light of this polite, quiet new home I feel tonight A cold breeze passes me The cold rain falls on me The night animals prey on me No one can see me I realize that there is no life in darkness No living in solitude No reward of any magnitude As I sit in the shadows, waiting for the sun And subconsciously realize that the endless cycle has once again begun We only come out at night But perhaps, only out of fright