in the darkest night of lonely
we can hear the smallest sounds people talking and then the voices fade away stray cats come for dinner of rendered meat fat and do not hang around a time when all is quite and know one knows you are
there a withering face and eyes that do not stay open a mouth with out
teeth hair in form of a raggedy birds nest who cares when you look
like this days turn to night and night turns to day people walking
so quickly hay no one knows im here