Tis early here at crow piss; its darkest before the dawn.
Been dreaming about her beauty, and a smile she had on.
Time is somehow fleeting, on a race to God knows where.
I’m just naked in the shadows, with a calm yet distant stare.
Might sound like I’m complaining, I’m just searching for more sleep.
There’s a laughter in the distance; followed by a gentle weep.