Drink Down the Night

They accuse you with their eyes
And hurl insults with their stares
As you pass them by in the streets
You can feel they do not care.

They would that you had died
And there is nothing you can do
Stuck and your hands are tied
Finished and you are through

You walk the night a stranger
All about is gay
You feel this night a stranger
And wait for other days

All about the party
All about they hide
They look at you a begger
Though their aching souls confide

Drink down the night
And swallow up the moon
Drink it down until first light
And take your hollow boon.

They hate you because the sickness
That is in their own hearts now
Is visible to everyone
Upon your weary brow.