Waterloo,
why do I feel so blue
why do I feel like i'm
through
with this life
these days I reside
in that same feeling
that one I would get
when treading rooftops at
night
-so high-
known to all
as the crazy midnight
walker
I'd watch the shadows as I
paced
I'd yet to face (reality)
-detached-
darkness, shrouded in
darkness
of every kind, darkness it
sort of reminds
me of everything
of every dark thing
and there with that busker
listening to him sing
that dark dark song
I realised I no longer
belong to this city
nothing belongs to me
-ready to leave-
-ready to vanish once
more-
