Nightime Insights

Long nights and beautiful sights
seeing what is shown to you
consuming what is laid before you
never consulting, never wondering...

craving for things no longer there
stripped bare and to the bone
dozing off whilst staring at the phone
succumbing to the cold night air

an only candle casts light on the road
from the slums on the other side
where they said the grass was greener
it only appeared so to the reader...
of the sign...

did anyone ask you how you feel?
twice, and thrice, and four times more
ask for the key to the unlocked door
and rest your head down for ever more...

Kiss the frosen post in 40 degree heat
reaping rewards you werent allowed to keep
the glass is silently breaking,
the choir swallowed...
ice mixed with glass and blood

snow and darkness, and the scent of decay
murderous victims killing us on their way
wood or metal, silver or coal,
scrap the maps and hit the road,
drive to the middle of nowhere and die.