Tonight

Tonight decay corodes these empty threats, Tonight this lack of well being eats away at my every fiber. And for all of those angry souls who've lathered these bones, night by night in sublime persuasion, "that I should ever attempt to find solace in sweaty black", Shall no longer be the endeavor here in this tired existence. Though tonight, it seems so silly that it was pitty, all along that would suffocate the rise anymore in this slow and ever-demise. But this night, like every other will bring no fortune to these blue jean pockets. This night knows only shame and an ever-mocking blind faith... This night Like every other, knows only emptiness, This night knows me and In sweet return, I will know this night as every other.