Night is the best time of day.
it's when my imagination comes out to play.
You may not know, but it really blows
to know it comes and then it goes.
When others are sleeping, I'm out creeping.
Creeping for those who are weeping.
The dove symbolizes light,
but the blood-lust symbolizes night.
Night is the best for taking flight.
So blow out those candle lights.
Some may see me as blunt,
but all I am is a stunt.
All through the night I'm looking for my love,
thinking he will come from above.
I search through the darkness
only to find my loneliness.
You never came.
Now you are to blame.
Blamed for my death
and thanked for a new breathe.
A new breath of a new being,
created by your leaving.
