Wandering

Another dirty street on which I wander
Breathing the crisp smog-filled air of
The night
I prowl through somber alleys and walk
Across the unmarked graves of those
Unlucky few
Who never knew
The fatal secret that I carry in my soul
I would not weep even if I were able
Each night is new
Even though nothing has changed
Another year passes in the same manner
As the hundred-some years that passed before
I continue on
I'm not certain of anything anymore
I want to live again forever and yet I wish to die
Oh, the night
Oh, the sweetness
Another dirty street on which I wander