Night


As the sun goes down all the things that hide
soon come out to play
They creep and they crawl and are not seen at all
thus marks the end of day
Not just critters come out this time but
people and thoughts come too
They creep and they crawl and are not seen at all
yet they stay with you
Hatred drives a man so far so gone that
it pushes him to the edge
At Night he goes out, fires his shot and then
hides it over the ledge.
As the sun goes down all the things that hide
come out and play hide and seek
A corpse, a bullet, blood and a mans's thoughts
At Night you won't sleep a wink.

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