The quick tocks of the evening,
Drown on my streets.
It's my city lights fading,
Rain flickering me.

Strangers come staring,
Though I gaze back at them.
And I'd pray my forgiveness
Though so many condemn.

It's hard to believe me
When I hide what I've bled.
So whisper a prayer,
And send me to bed.

Could I pick us a topic,
Or maybe a title.
I'll lay down and listen
To the memorized recital.

And when you are done
I'll be asleep.
So it's hard to hear questions
With subconscious dreams.

I'm asleep you can stay here,
Check all my droors.
Look in closets and binders,
Miss blood on the floors.

You know something’s different.
He must be depressed.
But you miss the suicide note,
Left on his desk.

A newer day crumbles,
And the carpet is glazed.
The scarlet is gleaming,
Though locked my room stays.

Stare at your child
When he knows you are scared.
Though you can't see the obvious,
Vision impaired.

There’s a little more light now,
Or else more blood on the ground.
Daylight savings, in the city,
Or less light in this town.

Tonight is just another night
On calendars not marked.
So nobody remembers
The trend about to start.

And nobody remembers
The prayers that you have said.
So I waited for you, mommy,
Though I prayed myself to bed.
 
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