When Night Rejects The Light
IT GLIDES SURREPTITIOUSLY TOWARDS THE DARKNESS
as cold rain dilutes sorrows
WEAVING SHADOWS WAVE GAILY AT A JOSTLING CROWD
displacing bleak reflections
IN A THEATRE OF FALSE HOPES THERE ARE NO SCRIPTS
just plain gibberish or ad lib
NIGHTMARES PLAY THEIR ROLE AS AGENTS OF TERROR.
as cold rain dilutes sorrows
WEAVING SHADOWS WAVE GAILY AT A JOSTLING CROWD
displacing bleak reflections
IN A THEATRE OF FALSE HOPES THERE ARE NO SCRIPTS
just plain gibberish or ad lib
NIGHTMARES PLAY THEIR ROLE AS AGENTS OF TERROR.
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