Today was as night,

the two were the same.

There was nothing in sight,

not one thing, for miles on that desolate plain.

Something told me that this wasn’t right

as I stood in the rain.

But there was no one who could listen to my plight.

In the end there’s no point in telling you about this, because there’s nothing to gain.

On a day of night,

there is only yourself to blame.