[ IP ] Waiting at the wrong bus stop


'T was twelve to ten, thought the thouroughly thwarted thinker 
 No water after midnight, but I see my gremlins 
 
 A lack of light, lacking love 
 loving less than more of nothing, 
 meaning faithfully the monsters 
 will attempt to come and play 
 
 Waiting for a bus that never comes 
 because of something someone said, or 
 something rather overheard 
 
 Absent color, absent glow 
 seeing more than I had witnessed 
 the delusion ever stronger 
 just to look at yesterday 
 
 Seeing what I saw and what I heard 
 were screams of poisoned laughter, 
 of the weak and broken hearted 
 
 Gone tomorrow, here today 
 nothing fruitful in my way 
 eat my soul and dreams this way 
 Slammed hells gates and walked away 
 
 peace, 
 
 villain of the night 
 
 

