I get lost in the nights
I get lost in all the stories
They envelop me until i can't see or think
All the hot nights
The glittering eyes that don't sleep
The stories, the memories, the dreams...........
I'm standing around in this empty night
I'm waiting to get taken away
All the madness, all the rooftops
All the heat there ever was in a summer night
Roaring through my veins right now
Henry Rollins
excerpt from
See a Grown Man Cry, Now Watch Him Die
1992
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