The silver shadow silhouttes
Wash away my consciousness.
Staring out into the grainy beyond,
Heaven's tears begin to fall.
The uneven caves that form my walk,
As well as the light that always mocks,
Bring me a comfortable glee.
My home and shelter this will be.
A shimmering flash runs past;
A whirl of thunder; a stench of gas.
That apparition of hope,
I hardly remember ye.
The deepened night closes in,
And the eternal road thins.
Brake lights seem to fade away,
And I walk the streets again.
Unnerved by the ghastly ghost,
I tip my cap to the starry sky.