All Through The Night
all through the night
they make it tight
in the pouring rain
they all fight
and look so strange
all through the night
they scream, they dream
they are there
but they are unseen
in the park
where the madman –
holds his knife
after dark
all through the night
so savage
not a thing goes to waste
not a thing is as tragic
as floating, way out in space
James Garratt – Monday 14th November 1994
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All Through The Night – Written Monday 14th November 1994 (Aged 19)
