Oh how the night intrigues me into such wonder and abyss
And how the stars light the planets which such elegance
And how the skyscrapers glow into the night
With such dominance
Oh how the colours of the night have given birth to poetry and literature
How it gives a poet life and image
Such darkness only found in merely our heads
Blooms into our visions
And soon becomes reality
Oh how the light disappears with such colour
With such speed
And how the days pass by with ease
And oh how the wild comes to life in the night
And how happiness lingers between the shadows
Oh how I hide in these shadows
Looking for new ideas to play with and run through my mind
Looking for colours that might creep upon my journeys
To guide me to the heavens
To guide me to eternity
Oh how the night holds my nightmares
And oh how the morning holds my fears
The night air blows through my tangled hair
Carrying so much despair
Oh how my life has never been more alive than at night
The zealous movements my masks wait for
For the night holds no reality
And my mind holds no realty
My soul is Lost within the darkness of my dilated eyes
Looking for consolation in the dark
A non-existent comfort that can't be found in even the warmest and darkest oceans.
