The Smoking Stranger

So recently I was staying over at a friends house. In a wretched state of insomnia I sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window. To my surprise, a man stepped out of the shadows and into the light of a lonely streetlamp, he lit up his smoke, then walked away. It was like something out of a murder mystery movie. Who was this person? I assumed it was a man by his hunched over walk and tall stature, and I wondered why he was out at 2 o'clock in the morning? Was he a fellow insomniac like me? Or maybe his purposes were that of something much darker. So many thoughts swirled in my head and further prevented me from sleep. Oh well. It got me thinking about the darker side of things. I'm not a depressing person, I just like to think of the two sides of life, the light and the dark, and how they balance out. So here's a little something inspired by The Smoking Stranger. Thank you sir.

The Dark Side of The Sun

Street lights flicker and deals are made
Silent nods, then handshakes, now everyone’s paid
Quiet deals done in dark alley ways
With a soft smoking barrel, everyone pays
Only in the night can dark deals be done
The shadows steal light, then sell out the sun
Smoke curls and twist from a crooked grin
The bet has been made, he knows he will win
But those who dwell in the night, hurry away
They’d burn if they ever saw the light of day
Break out the dawn
The shadows are gone

Lyrical Love,
Cara
ps. The verse that I previously posted disappeared from my head as soon as I had posted it. Maybe all it wanted was to be seen by others, some purposes can be so simple sometimes.