Under a Falling Sky

When the twilight falls
And masks the curtain of the skies
The clawmarks of sun etched in light
Sit and see how lowly the bird flies.

A little black bird flutters and swoons
Across a sky painted of black gold.
The time of two worlds colliding
Can tell you more than ever told.

The shadows seep in through the sun,
Victimizing and raping the day.
Swallowing and engulfing the shimmer of gold,
Leaving not room for one sliver of ray.

Now to a different life,
Only to be examined by the shelter of a cozy chair.
Though one is left to wonder in a sea of nothing,
What survives out there.

Shadows and monsters of bloodshot eyes,
And teeth cut of razor blades.
Watching from the trees that once basked light,
Now sun is all it evades.

Wolves and bats out there live,
Those monsters of a child's worst fright,
Being that mother and father brainwashed a little,
Warned young eyes to the night.

Without the sun the earth goes cold,
Perhaps another reason to fear.
Though look closely to the black and shadow,
You see and find you belong here.

You're hated, tossed aside, fed to the dogs,
And still try to thrive in a world of sun.
Though there you don't belong to a life of cowards,
Unlock the door and run.

Into the shadows, take cover in the dirt
And let the moon welcome you home.
No lies, fake smiles, or promises of forever,
Here you exist, you've known.

Let the twilight be the passage
To a world you've searched but never found.
Leave your white picket fence and cozy chair
Embrace the beauty of the falling twilight in the howling sound.