Thread: Lights Out

No more smiles for me, no more normal life with a smile
Just all these confusing words thrown from everyone
A world of hate crashing, raining down on my broken shoulders
All that’s left for me is the road, so I left and ran away

A nice girl standing at a bus stop, she asked for a light
Maybe it was her last, she was a runaway too
That day she celebrated her birth, she was still a child herself
I told her not to get caught and turned my back on her, still running

Panic and paranoia were following me
There was someone on my shoulder and a hitch in my breathe
All the faces everywhere never looked twice or cared
The world is truly a cold place, the only person you have really is yourself

A man in a red sweater and another man, this one overweight
They weren’t normal, they were suspicious
The red sweater man walked stiffly, he was guilty of some sin
He was following me

Down a dark street with scary trees howling in the wind
Off to a hug is where I was going, a person who would never judge me
But the street was too quiet and the man had turned down my street
I was being followed, or paranoid, or both

In the houses people watched TV and ate their well deserved food
They had beaten another day
But I was still outside, looking in, wishing they would smile for me
So I started to run again, but they never smiled, the ghost man ran with me

I was afraid, but it wasn’t my time
The house had lights on
Lights on, lights on. People who can help
Doors open, curtains open, people who can see

The street was so dark
The wind was so loud
The night noises were sinister
Lights on, people who can help

Ghost man was running and getting closer
I started crying and still no one came to my rescue
I could see ghost man’s monster eyes shining behind me
Doors closed, curtains closed. Lights off. No one can help

I tripped on a rock that wasn’t there and fell
He was smiling, I could see
That girl at the bus stop must be somewhere safe, tonight was my night
She would continue laughing and smiling and living

Ghost man killed me then, with a knife and a bullet and a terrible rage
But there were still lights on for some other girl, people who can help
Doors open and smiles everywhere for some other girl, people who can help
All I needed was that hug, but all I got was lights out. No one could help.

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Well then. I really enjoyed writing this and I didn't really have to think about the words. I haven't written anything good for a long time.

I was out on a walk the other day and the street I was walking down was dark, and the man in the red sweater was a real person, he didn't follow me though. He did look guilty though, the overweight guy was checking out the corner store and this guy went in there for only a second. I thought they were going to rob it.

So anyway, hope you guys like it, I do. Honestly I like it a lot. Enjoy.