Twilight brings a blue haze
The end of day
Somewhere a woman's pushed around
Then falls to the ground
Down the block a small girl hides
Praying it's not real as her parents scream
Up the street a teen girl goes to her bathroom
Pulls out her razor and cuts her skin to feel alive
And just out of town at the old cemetary
Mrs. Allen cries next to her husband's head stone
Twilight past them by
These women never saw the blue haze
