The city darkens

Corpulent grey skies snare the dying sun.      
Casting a somber complexion upon glass and stone.      
The night is falling.      
With pleasure seekers and secret rendezvous meeters,      
Awakened from their slumbers.      
I'll keep walking,keep walking until my feet start to bleed.      
And my face is a mere illusion    
I pass twitchy wizards and shadow sorcerers,     
Selling chemical pleasure in plastic packets.           
The eternal crawling cars and glassy eyed chattering hordes,      
Do not see me do not notice me.      
Even the wearisome drizzle can't recall my name.