Lying on my back, staring up to the sky,nthunder black clouds, I hear a distant cry.nNeedle sharp start like diamonds on velvet,nand the snail trail of a shooting comet.nnEverything I do - it all goes down, it all goes down,nEverything I see - it all goes down, it all goes down ..n.. it all goes down in my nocturnal journal.nnBats are flying high but, the owls don't give a hoot,nno birds singin', seems the whole world's mute.nThe slightest noise, echoes through the streets,nslumber-lands bounce, to a tiny heartbeat.nnWalls of old houses, still creak after all this time,nexplanations don't contain no reason or rhyme.nThe moon stays awake with ease,nbangin' car doors are annoying me.nThe rain is coming down, started to lash,nand I'm waiting for the glass to smash.nnEmpty cans rattle just like skeleton shakes,nto live by night is a chance I take.nSeedy streetlamps spill, a pool of white light,nbanshee screams of another cat fight.n