Alone

Alone in the bar he looks out in the rain
At the cold black asphalt and tries to explain
Why the dark eerie shadows and unsettling wind
Put a twitch in his soul like a cold mortal sin

The air has a bite like a freezing rain drop
That lands on your neck and just doesn't stop
Sends a twinge down your spine clear through to your toes
And it tells of a danger your primal brain knows

He pulls himself in, tries to shut out the world
Not wanting to face the darkness unfurled
He huddles alone with his glass and his fear
And pretends he can’t feel the evil that’s near

The night has a chill, like a bad movie scare
When the ogre you feel that’s lurking out there
Slimes his way slowly in from the shadows to seize
Your heart by the throat as you fall to your knees

But it isn’t the rain and it isn’t the cold
Not the dark moonless night the real story hold
It’s the chill in his soul and the cold in his heart
That are twisting the last of his comfort apart

For the fear and the dread that weigh in his chest
Are not from the night or the weather’s unrest
But the gloom and the doom and the dark of the street
Are an echo unheard of a dark soul's retreat

No, it's not about me.
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