Half Past Midnight
Half past midnight His day begins. His tread so quiet As he walks through the night. The darkness hides him. All he has to confide in. Goes to the 24 hour shop, Gets a bottle of wine. Maybe he will sleep tonight Without the dreams. The haunting discord Of his past Still screams. He goes home, Lies on the sofa Without a glass; Drinks from the bottle And hopefully will pass out. But because He never does.