Approaching Pitch Black
Drums, taps in distance sound
Closer, closer 'til just at window
Uniforms jungle fresh with new boots around
Scapegoat of sunk ship won
Battle of none worth a damn
Stares longingly at set of sun
Drinks last rays of survival's light
Swell of doom in hands of clowns
One is foolish to fear the night
Energetic value weighs in end
Careless egos crash to doom
What life is, will begin again
Hitchhiker 