Killing Night

And i dont dream about the old hopes Only cold days and lonesome Frigid morn stale evening call the killing night! The killing night! then the morn atleast they wont all stink for few weeks more Are you listening To the few alive To the few alive The plump the comic And the beautiful Will night take back from you Kill kill kill kill kill kill Ill take that from you those looks wont ever once more kill kill kill kill kill kill kill For the killing night! Is its will All to the beautiful! I must with lust And wont she cull She pull She swing She do anything at all? Night is like an old mans Honor makes em rich but aint a dollar Gets em drunk but aint a drink Thats the way some people think And i wont scream when the fears real Ill just be empty How does one deal— with words worth not one penny