This is a great night to die as I look up at the sky, clouds hide her beauty reminisce their far away light wind speak chapped lips dragging tears sway of the autumn foliage rustle succumb temptations of a destined past bleeding torments music amplifies hallucinogenic temper creatures dancing the laughter of the children smiles away head resting on his chest weary self can't go on with a cheap bottle of wine and a cigarette on hand taste of metal he must endure hands trembling darkens night seeming shadows clouded vision loud spark bottle bouncing translucent feelings hid away she walked slowly note in hand she took falling to her knees rain drops imitating tears were washed away.