The Midnight heat will keep you
Feeling secure in the the darkness
No awareness of what’s to come
That one living carcass
Thousands of people in this foreign town
But there’s soon to be one less
Each person for themselves
Not worried about the rest
Feeling high or feeling low
There’s emotions running wild
You see insanity’s in reach of us all
And it caught the one who’s riled
Who knows what they were thinking
But there mind was not at peace
That person painted a villain
In the eyes of the police
The moment it was heard
That sound I’d rather forget
A life had stopped being lived
Like in a game of Russian roulette
The innocent minds searched for the fireworks
But no explosion of colour begun
Just blood stained fractures of hate a violence spewing out of a gun.
By libertypoem.s
WILDsound Festival 