nslackey

Slowly falling into night My thoughts begin to rise I think better without the light For during daytime my brain just fries I ponder on a question Or wander to the past My memories have an obsession With appearing quite fast I broach the subject of love Or dwell in what I hate I picture a lone white dove And guess upon its fate I have no regard for time I focus on a topic Like planning out the perfect crime Or finding a way to stop it The night is where I make my mark Come dawn I shall sleep But sitting here in the dark There's no need for counting sheep Witching Hour is perfectly silent It really helps me focus The sup

Slowly falling into night My thoughts begin to rise I think better without the light For during daytime my brain just fries I ponder on a question Or wander to the past My memories have an obsession With appearing quite fast I broach the subject of love Or dwell in what I hate I picture a lone white dove And guess upon its fate I have no regard for time I focus on a topic Like planning out the perfect crime Or finding a way to stop it The night is where I make my mark Come dawn I shall sleep But sitting here in the dark There's no need for counting sheep Witching Hour is perfectly silent It really helps me focus The sup