A Town Where The Sun Never Rises
This is a town where the sun never rises.
I walk under the street lamps.
The contrast between light and dark fills the road.
This is a town where the sun never rises.
I see the air as I breathe.
Winter has yet to come but the cold pierces through my spine.
This is a town where the sun never rises.
The houses are bright.
I see silhouettes inside.
Laughters, cries, even the sounds of the crickets fill the air.
This is a town where the sun never rises.
A perfect place to sleep and never wake up again.
