my weary body lay well rested on the cold cement floor
this empty head lacks the substance for existence
complemented with the cold air and nothing more
my foolish persistence created just enough subsistence
my weary body has no desire to stand out in the darkness
leave me to rule over this dark atrocity and feel infinite
a perfect place to curl up with a free mind ready to digress
to stare at the pale streetlights as long as my eyes would persist
the moonlight, the moonlight, it reflects off my brown eyes
soft rain, this soft rain, it rolls off my mussed up hair
my mouth, my quivering mouth, it can not tell a single lie
as this weary body falls into place with this perfect night
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