Twilight Club

Welcome aboard, the club of twilight,

Where the dying day embraces night,

On arms of men vultures perch,

False hopes served, in dinner's plate.

Like a stale breeze, forever stuck,

In the eyes of a raging storm,

Slowly from dirt to filth,

In our club, boys, transform.

Making meals from garbage bins,

From history, we're long gone,

Where hunger embraces dreams forlorn,

Must you once visit the twilight zone.

Don't mistake us for beings of the night,

We're still humans, cast away from sight.