City Nights Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The obscurity of night
turns into sirens of
troubled crimes and health
It seems that everyone dies
in the night in more ways than one
Their judgment as well as their lives
Without a consciousness of self judgment
a person might as well be dead
It gets darker and darker
and the night is lit by the moon
blazingly awakening this untamed beast
People seem to be so sane during the day
but as the night and drinks go on
I guess their fears and frustrations
nourish this nocturnal beast
This nocturnal beast murders
and gives up on all hope
Maybe there is no hope to begin with
Perhaps some are born with hope and some are not
Either way there is a life to live out there
for all of us to experience
We shouldn't take it away in punishment
for our over lived misjudgments
We should never give up because
it seems like there is only down
Life is a mountain that was meant to be climbed
It was not meant to be an avalanche that
collapses at the presence of sound