Array ( [sid] => 185651 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Nebunlanx At Night [time] => 2018-12-02 11:58:16 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Its late at night
the day is done
Saturday shadows come alive
blue moon illuminates
fun boy one

down in the park
there are human sharks
you got no business being there
after hours in the dark

just wanna make it home
take a shower
now the street lights are out
as the light in my phone
loses power

I hear voices from the store front
now my stomachs grumbling
as I smell the food from the Chinese restaurant

having trouble deciding what I want
do not like what I have at home
but the only thing open
is the crusty ol non union wal- mart

footsteps echo down the hallway
someones knocking on a door
it is 3 am time to feed the head again

someones drunkenly singing a song
Jesus please forgive me
but I wish they were all dead

I hear the laughter and the music
and I smell the aroma
from in the cipher
why are they always in the hall way using

I start to sway
as the music plays
life is the DJ
although I got no rhythm
I dance anyway.
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Nebunlanx At Night
Date: Sunday, 2nd December 2018 @ 11:58:16 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: unknown_utopia
Its late at night
the day is done
Saturday shadows come alive
blue moon illuminates
fun boy one

down in the park
there are human sharks
you got no business being there
after hours in the dark

just wanna make it home
take a shower
now the street lights are out
as the light in my phone
loses power

I hear voices from the store front
now my stomachs grumbling
as I smell the food from the Chinese restaurant

having trouble deciding what I want
do not like what I have at home
but the only thing open
is the crusty ol non union wal- mart

footsteps echo down the hallway
someones knocking on a door
it is 3 am time to feed the head again

someones drunkenly singing a song
Jesus please forgive me
but I wish they were all dead

I hear the laughter and the music
and I smell the aroma
from in the cipher
why are they always in the hall way using

I start to sway
as the music plays
life is the DJ
although I got no rhythm
I dance anyway.


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