Sunday, October 02, 2005
Night
The silence of the night prevails,
from what might seem a sorry sight.
The motors roar a rowdy cheer,
the empty streets with neon light.
The vanity of the night unveils,
the sorry drunks from lonesome sinners.
Will this be his lucky night?
The hunter waits to get his dinner.
from what might seem a sorry sight.
The motors roar a rowdy cheer,
the empty streets with neon light.
The vanity of the night unveils,
the sorry drunks from lonesome sinners.
Will this be his lucky night?
The hunter waits to get his dinner.
