One of those evenings

And so the evening drops down onto earth flooding in a pitch black sky bruised and burned with the heat of yesterday, all the leftover misery. It is now time for me too retire to the bedroom and regret my human existence in a house made of wood, stone and blood Actions speak louder than others actions Beggars choose to beg,become beggars Our bodies are a walking corpse Your body, my body, it's all the same Things I can think up and cause my insides to panic