Sweet is the night, devoid of the rush and bustle,
Devoid of daylight's struggle and brutal hustle,
And my fear as through dark alleys I go run, running

Sweet is the night, devoid of the crush and muscle
Of a thousand bodies, and their compressed sadness weighing

Sweet is the night, silent is God's nocturnal music
Like a river, the darkness is, and soothing
Black like the cosmos ever moving
Sleek like the slippery silver surface
Of the dream webs of my mind

All content, we do not scream
Or through need of the bold, tread hard
At night we tiptoe a poet's ballet
And sing hushed rhythms like a heart's song pumping

Perpetual sadness
That's all this is
Just a melancholy mind
And a black soul
Twisting together  
To create a darkness
That envelops every
Happy emotion I have
Until they become
Nothing more than
Neutral, dull, nothingness
I can't feel exitement
My laughter is always forced
My smile never stays
My heart always breaks
Perpetual sadness
That's all my life has become
A rerun
Of nothingness

It's hard to put my finger on what's wrong with me
What really is hurting me
It's like having a knife in your back
But you just can't find it
So when I'm asked by others
"Well what's making you sad?"
I stumble over my words
And trip over my thoughts
And search for answers
That I just can't seem to grasp
Because I truly don't know
I can't explain how I'm feeling
With the words that I know
It's like asking me to explain the color yellow
To someone who's never seen it before
It's not something I can tell you
To truly understand you'd have to feel it
And see it with your own eyes
But I'd never wish that upon anyone
So I guess I'll never have an answer
And you'll never understand
What's really making me sad
Is more than I can explain
To understand it, you'd have to feel my pain