After Night

006e25d5f93c5908e9295c648d9e7d94by Stefon Napier01 Aug 2013

The steps rise all night.
Away from the world and it's fa├žade.
Where there's a little light left,
you are born.
At first it's simple.
Live before you die,

but there's peril where there's no mistakes.
People, they know how to cry.
Light their cigarettes and bring ashes to funerals.