When the sun goes down, darkness falls over the Earth,
and some nights are darker than others.
Children, afraid and crying for there parents
and begging them to get rid of the monsters they see in their closets and under their beds.
As they grow those monsters wither and die
become skeletons and lies.
Through the roads we use to age
and abuse in a desperate attempt to stay in one place.
Why keep walking?
It's not a choice
more like life is a plane rushing to the ground,
we are the pilots and where we land can not matter.
All that's important is how many homes are destroyed and much you pollute the sky.
As you try to write things like "Help"
or "Save Me" and "Please" all you get in return are Faceless souls screaming about the growing holes in there atmosphere,
and the chuckling of trees as they stuff themselves with your pain and past
and are glad for you to suffer more,
because the more you suffer the more polluted your smoke will become with each exhale of bad influences and terminal illness called life.

So what exactly is left at the end?
When the sky becomes darker with polluted clouds of past mistakes.
Sometimes the sky can be seen
and it is blue or the stars glittering,
but it's not i n your reach
you may only just look.
and some nights...
Some nights are darker than others.