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
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