Late at night, or early morning: The moon, a hollow reflection of day, The blissfully ignorant lie alseep And dream of the life they'd love to live.
The terribly knowledgeable, they lie awake, Knowing that at night, demons come out And howl at the souless reflection of the sun; Knives and guns and hands.
The blissfully knowledgeable sit awake For a time, looking and knowing the horrors Which haunt the world but are content, Because life is about death. And hope.