Night is a wolf on the prowl, Waiting on the horizon for darkness to fall. Then the sun sets and the wolf rushes in, And all the world hears his lonely howl.
Thunder rolls far away Night sets in during the day Lightning rips the sky in two Painting it black and blue Pounding rain beats the ground Drowning out all other sound Clouds part, the heavens clear Sweet winds blow away the fear
Starving for truth A vast uncertainty Stretching across eternity Into the unknown Twisting around For one last glance Back at the known The past The false. Forward, onward To seek a reality That may be real Or again another falsity
Buried in the arms Of a lone, lonely night The company I keep To retain sane sanity Folded in the embrace Of the dark darkness A solitude I can always call upon Cradled in the deep depth Of midnight Offering up my being For a sense of sanity.
I once had a friend Who cut his finger and wrote "I'm real" In blood Like in a movie But for real One day he disappeared I never heard from him again I wonder what happened to that friend