City

[Snypiuer]

I find myself roaming the city late at night lately.
Wandering the backstreets, seeing what I can see.
I find violence and the outcasts mainly.
Along with the lost and those, society would call freaks.

Late at night, in the dark the city is another world
At least, that's the way it seems.
Filled with loneliness, reaching for someone to hold onto.
A sadness, built on broken dreams.

Beneath the neon, deep within the shadows is a yearning
A reflection of what was or what could be.
And though it feels as if an emptiness is seeping
Somehow, I still feel it calling out to me.

A solemn knelling that echoes through the city.
One that rumbles low and deep.
A Siren call that can't be fought as it entrances.
A lullaby of a different sleep.

It slowly fades away as sunlight seeks to wake the city.
Mornings kiss, releases the city's hold, we are free.
The city grows quiet, as the dark of night begins receding.
A silent hesitation before the ending of a dream.