Lucille from Midnight Driving by Wake Up Electrified

There is no rest in sight tonight.
No degree of darkness to ease such tired eyes.
It's always been like this at it's best.

It's all uneven. It's all a blur.
A rash. A fever. A subtle shadow cast,
that hangs like the nights that never last,
like hands that hold too fast.

I could tell you about the beaten wings,
the lonely hearts, the broken things,
the sickness and the suffering,
the madness, and the laboring breath.

I thought about it and wept.

Oh, that black dress.

The way it moves slow against your skin.
The lake at night, the moonlight reflected in it.

You danced, but I never came home.
You looked like a flame, you looked like fire.

• Rock
• Haverstraw