The corner is always the place.
It  takes it's toll.
Making harsh lines apon even the
most fresh face.

And the night drags like a slow  unending dream.
So jaded have i become from all
things obscene.

And no other feel anyone can ever understand.
Strangers eternal cast togather.
The nights and it's demons  at  my command.

He's a vessel that can only cause pain.
gone in a flash.
Yet apon that pillow the confession does remain.

Steps away from a ending written
in words cast out of spite.
We haunt the night  underneath the street light.