Approaching Pitch BlackDrums, taps in distance soundCloser, closer 'til just at windowUniforms jungle fresh with new boots aroundScapegoat of sunk ship wonBattle of none worth a damnStares longingly at set of sunDrinks last rays of survival's lightSwell of doom in hands of clownsOne is foolish to fear the nightEnergetic value weighs in endCareless egos crash … Continue reading #379