night

drone of sleeping bodies
no thoughts of now
remembering the past
pretending the future
so dark the night
surrender to it
let your body be real
and thrive in the gloom
let the shadows bathe your
sinful filthy skin
let the stars shine in your
dreadful lying eyes
let the moon hypnotize your
ill-fated soul
oh, the taste of night
the thrill of its constancy
you can escape for now

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