Has anyone ever noticed how much cooler everything is when you do it at night? There’s something about those hours of darkness that has always fascinated me. Magic, moonlight, mystery. All of those things are only really real when there’s no harsh light of day with its’ cruel and cold logic.
Have you ever been awake and staring out of your window at three in the morning when you know you should be asleep? It feels as though the rest of the world is sleeping and you’re the only one awake. Even if you’re surrounded by other people, you feel special – as if whatever you do now holds some air of secrecy because it is only worth doing wrapped in the blanket of night. You can do things – special dark things – and you can love people – people who live in the night... like you.
Stolen night
Velvet sunrise steals my spider dark night
As I haunt this hollow house
Screaming my misty spells
By silver candlelight
Shimmering in and out at silken will
Phantoms and ghosts from the grave
Words from beyond
Dark night
Silver-white shot peppers my midnight sky
Talcum powder shower in this dark night
Suddenly there is nowhere I can hide
Dying stars rain down on me I cry
Inside
Shadows come out at night to play
Black unseens spook around their graves
Far from starlit safety I have strayed
And I can’t hide although I’ve lost my way
Again
Straight from hell
Fires are roaring and the furies are raging
Somewhere in the tunnels a banshee is wailing
I swear in the darkness
I saw dead men parading
And have no respect for the live
In the darkest of shadows on the darkest of nights
There’s a gun in a hand, getting ready to fight
The sewers are crawling
Towards the home of the dead
And the sirens scream out their toll
White splits the night, a silver-black ghost
It screams down the road like a bat straight from hell
Running wild and free
Spewing flame from a barrel
Gunning like a bat straight from hell
The banshee wails on in the fires that surround
The sirens were too late to save the boy with the gun
He put a bullet in his head
And another in the ground
The dead men are rising again
Didn’t see the curve and went straight over the edge
Lying twisted and torn at the foot of a cliff
Bleeding to death and defeated
He saw his own heart rise from his chest
Screaming like a bat straight from hell
White roses
Red roses lost their colour
The rain washed it all away
And now the roses are white
From the cradle to the grave
And all that is in between
Colour is bleached by the rain
Beauty is bleached from roses
And they lie, white, on a stone
For the shadow lasts longer
Than the whole
Sailor to a siren
You mustn’t
You shouldn’t
But you know you will
I know you will
I picked you out in the crowd
It wasn’t hard
Them – heaving, shouting
You – tranquil, serene
Glowing like a bright beacon
Of tarnished purity
Shining like a wave on the water
Come tell me what you’ve done
Confess all your sins
Renew your vows
But you know you will break them
You shouldn’t follow me
Or obey my commands
But you can’t help yourself
The lights are seductively low
But I can see you
You can’t hide
You don’t want to hide
Look at the moon-kissed sky
Yes
You are outside now
Under the darkness
I did not demand you come
Free will did
And you listened to it
As you will to me
You come to me
Like sand to the shore
Breath to the bones
Rolling
And flowing
And now I see how you remind me
Of the sea
Somewhere
Where feet wade through blood
Where hands claw for air
Where eyes close in hate
Where guns draw their fate
Where nerves are on edge
Where bombs are the norm
Where innocents have bled
Where angels fear to tread
Where graves are three deep
Where children are armed
Where soldiers are scared
Where ‘goodbye’ is prepared
Where skin tears by knife
Where screams fill the air
Where the darkness is bliss
Where the living’s just this
Where pain is the peace
Where death is release
Black velvet
And looming before me
Like the darkness of the grave
Is the shadow of death
The shadow is not welcomed
But nor is it feared
It is soft and black like velvet
And breaks my fall
I do not run to it with open arms
Though I embrace it like sleep
Sleep that will keep me
For ever
Darkness is growing
Enveloping me in its’ comfortable grasp
There is no escape from
The final sleep
I accept the shadow of death
And the sleep it provides
But it offers no rest
For never
My cradle is my grave
And it holds me
No saviour will come to my rescue
But I don’t need saving
Lying here still
In my bed of plush velvet
Did no-one tell you…
I’m just sleeping
2 a.m. at the dirt track with Jim
I hear motorcycles
Grinding away at their dirty
Oily passions
And the satisfied purr of completion
Petrol fumes and
Speed
Nothing better than that
Gnawing into a body with silky
Silver phantom bike
Gr
owling
Craving ever more
Than it can ever be given
Anger and greasy moans and
Tyre tracks
Roars of rapid, fleeting
Pleasure
And broken hearts
Hiding in the night
All around, the cold night air falls
And I’m afraid to break the silence
In these same four walls
The still night surrounds us
There is no escape
So surrender to the darkness
Surrender to fate
And the purpose of the darkness is to drive us all wild
Till I find myself hiding in your arms like a child
And all that’s around us is so cool and still
And it feels like forever tonight
So give yourself to me
Sacrifice your free will
Till everything evil just falls out of sight
In the silence, one heart beats loudly
In the stillness, one soul is not calm
Safe in this one room
The cold does not touch us
And we hear no stories of doom
Lonely is the night-time
But worse is the day
For the darkness conceals the pain
It’s been a long night tonight, too long
Silent and tranquil and dark
And your arms held me strong as dusk deepened to black