Stroke of midnights rings from the bell towers across the beaten Earth.
Sitting on the steps as the storm rolls in.
Smoking the cigarette i bummed off the stranger on the street.
Holding a cup of coffee as the warmth burns my throat as it trickles down.
The leaves dance in the silence of the darkened night.
The stars shine as if to tell me sleep is near.
Laughs can be heard off in the distance as amateurs belt "Don't Stop Believin'" from the nearest Karaoke bar.
Thoughts run wild in my mind.
Releasing tension into every word that hits the page.
Dreaming isn't my style... life is only ours too miss.
A sad song shuts down the bars, walking from crowded venues to dark, endless alleyways.
Only the glow of the moon shows your way.
Only the darkness can show his smile, only time can pass.
The ticking of the second hand as it circles the numbers tediously.
A familiar tune heard by few, loved by even fewer.
A cold sweat as i let go of the night air and return to my nice, tidy bed.
