Darkness

by Lonely Ghost   Sep 10, 2006


Hear the metal pipes clash.
Hear the motorcycles roar.
In the dark, underneath the starry sky.
Let the moon shine with pride.
For this is the youngsters night.
We fight and fight this darkness is our light with the moon up so high it gives us...

This feeling of LIFE

Inspired of a night with motorcycle gang (Friend is a member) cast-out of society this is their feeling of existents

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