how soft the night begins to sing,
and crosses out the light,
it causes the misarable things
to suddenly seem right.

i climb out of my hateful shell
and out into the street
i caught myself before i fell,
and curse the world before my feet.

i lay down in a feild of grass,
i live the unearthly smell.
it's getting colder far too fast
but it's always cold in hell.

looking up into the empty,
far off eternity i sit
wondering in honest cruelty
if i died, would i be missed?

still the night calls to me
i'm relaxed and new
the darkness is comforting.
i guess i'm one among my few.

i see light over the horizon
guess i've been out late enough...
how do poeple sleep all night long?
i need time to think about life and love.

i go back to my darken room
and lay back my head
out the window the fading moon
casts patterns on my bed.

twigs scrape against my window
some cat screeches the same
the wind in my backest curtains
wisper "beauty in his name"
 
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