I wrote this one a while ago...dont know how good it is, but i just wanted to share
After Hours
When the lights go down
And the sky turns black,
We come out.
No one knows where we are
or what we do,
except us.
The things we put into our bodies
and the people we play with.
After Hours
When the smoke curls continuously
without ceasing,
and the empty bottles
become a carpet,
when the ashtrays overflow
and spill to the ground,
We Play
After Hours
When the lights go down
And the sky turns black,
We come out.
No one knows where we are
or what we do,
except us.
The things we put into our bodies
and the people we play with.
After Hours
When the smoke curls continuously
without ceasing,
and the empty bottles
become a carpet,
when the ashtrays overflow
and spill to the ground,
We Play