We Are The People Of The Night Poem by Not A Dream Choice

We are the people of night
When its winter, the sun nearly not go up al all
But when the spring and the smelting ices come
What are we then?

Because we are never tired
But still needs some black coffeine
Don’t ask why
The twenty-four hour job continues
You should always be nice
Day and night, if not you don’t what can happen?

And that’s the way
When you try to comfort have but have a burst
They got to kick you
And they, actually at nothing laughing

I feel an away, foggy hour
I feel a power
As I should do they say
In their false world that trapped me

Outside they shooting over our destroyed world
The bells are ringing against my minds atmosphere
Because they know…the last secret of night