Shouting at silhouettes under streetlight haze
on cold winter nights, alone in shop doorways
under the blanket that falls, mist drops like a stone
gloom turns day to night, mood changes tone
I fall to my knees, scream to the sky
why does it have to be, how many more tears can I cry
On tarmac carpets I try to sleep, envy the dreams
that other people repeat, all of mine end in screams
can't turn off the glow, street sign blindness
try to black out the night, but my mind can't fight this
Neon light burns my eyes, in the cold dead of night
live in constant fear, perpetual fight or flight
people walk past ignoring my pleas
they don't want to worry about the likes of me
Street life barely breathing under the moonlight
freezing cold, could be dead by sunrise
yet who cries, whose heart tears inside
who cares for the lost, laying by the roadside
Thanks For Reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle.
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