The Night.

Down goes the day again,
useless, indefinitely spent,
Wicked laughs and hollow stares,
it's like following a trend.
Watch lights fade away,
people tired and lament,
some try to be happy, content,
old and young, they comprehend.
a false attire might just do,
for lovers together, hand in hand,
while i try to tell you,
thoughts i cannot defend.