“Great Lost Night ” by Hunter Thomas


It was a strange night of empty feelings
Walls stained with fear and high ceilings
What became of the young man's dealings?
The dark, empty night faded into oblivion
The morning sun rose in the hazy distance
The man climbed out of his barren existence
Threw on his clothes without the slightest assistance
And walked out the door
Stricken by sin, marauded and miserable he fled
The war was fought and he was dead.