Night Crawlers

When the moon rises, I begin to see life. Walking the streets, with the darkness behind me. Clearing the air. The moon and the sun is a light switch, leave the light off. When it’s dark, no shadows are seen because the darkness feels no shadows should be shown, just the outside darkness and its furniture.

We walk the night, like the bugs and their frights. We’re only seen as night crawlers.  Running away from your sorrows and scars, tells me our depression has won. We’re only seen as enjoyment, we’re only seen as future death. This is our last moment, to give you all that we have left.


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