The midnights calling,
A solemn figure rose above the shadows,
A solitary light in the sea of darkness,
And with a sudden flick of the eyelid,
...
A bottle in the hand,
He would walk down the street,
The world,
A blurred dream.
...
Rebel Of Society
The midnights calling,
A solemn figure rose above the shadows,
A solitary light in the sea of darkness,
And with a sudden flick of the eyelid,
The figure is gone,
Seen traversing the rooftops,
Of an urban dystopia,
The streets below awash with the light,
A slowly rotating red and blue,
Accompanied by a high pitch wailing,
Signifying the presence of the law,
But to the solitary figure,
These obstacles are but mere to him,
For his rebelion,
Is to be free,
Free of the constraints of Urban society,
Free of the hold of authority,
The rebelion of a single man,
Is just to be free.