The night fills the day,
With endless sorrow,
Where the lost can't stay,
And none to follow,
There's kids on corners,
Selling their small pills,
Roaming like mourners,
Searching for some thrills,
Boys with raw knuckles,
Girls with bruised faces,
Tied down with buckles,
In hidden places,
Everywhere you go,
Darkness will follow,
This is not a place,
But a state of mind,
With no signs to trace,
And no light to find.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
The night fills the day,
With endless sorrow,
Where the lost can't stay,
And none to follow,
There's kids on corners,
Selling their small pills,
Roaming like mourners,
Searching for some thrills,
Boys with raw knuckles,
Girls with bruised faces,
Tied down with buckles,
In hidden places,
Everywhere you go,
Darkness will follow,
This is not a place,
But a state of mind,
With no signs to trace,
And no light to find.
