Where you walk, there is no darkness this night;
The streets and the sky bathe in a dazzle of light.
A blur of yellow speed races in streaks across the eyes;
It's an ocean of neon, but really, it's just a trick of sight.
The real lies where this din fades, and you hear the rhythmic click of alone footsteps;
It's dark inside, you know it's more than the city lights hide.

It was there, stark, veiled, steadfast, in the hours of the day that went by;
Did anyone notice it's shadow behind your eyes?
It hung still, as conversations gurgled and passed, and the players of daytime came and played their part.
There were sparks occasionally, the fleeting radiance of exchanged smiles;
But nothing questioned the dark shadow of the still darker reaches inside.

You laughed, you played along, you synchronized your beat with the hustle around;
And then, as the day fades into bright night, the stage shuts and the actors go home;
You too cast your mask aside.
There is no one to look into your eyes;
To see how deep goes the dark tunnel inside.

How long will you play before that day;
When the tunnel fills and the dark spills out;
And in the morning, there is no mask for the relief of daylight.
There is no morning - only that dark, now out as much as inside.