The Death of Night
The night is born when the sun drowns in the horizon
A darkness that swallows the sun's colorful trail
The night is immature and careful, the non-threatening beginning of an entity
Makes the young people fall into sleep, pushing them into their own darkness
As it gets older, it collects shadows to cast upon the walls and sidewalks
Just a child playing a game with someone too old to understand his logic
Time passes by, the rejected stumble into the streets as the sky blackens
Now a dangerous thing, this thing called night, captures these broken souls
Now no longer playing when taunting them with shadows, shadows they take refuge in
It creeps into the bedrooms of the adolescent and causes an itch in their brains
Hungry for company it moves along, every house a new companion to recruit
Lets the ruined worshippers of its presence follow it as it goes along
Now, the night is aging fast, earth spinning, a colorless painting of an empty world
If you wake and happen to see it as it rolls past, your judgement is altered, perception cut
Sanity stripped from people who suffer from insomnia, no wonder it's such a nasty word
Confused, the night shrinks and crumples, for nobody likes getting old, being forgotten
The people who once loved it fall into sleep, heads on shoulders, hands intertwined
And the night is left with only the stars and a feeling of doom, no longer a child
No longer a teen, no longer a reckless young adult with no worries or cares
Now, just another lonely soul, but this soul will not age anymore
Because with the dying breaths of night, day is born
A red sun erupts from the mountains, and night is gasping
Stars disappearing, moon dying silently, people waking up from its spell
And it dies, nobody remembering it, or caring about what it used to be
And the sun brings back the colors, plays with the eyes of children, reborn
And I am left in the light without my lover.
