The Black Night

There is something about the night,
The black night,

The resurrection of hidden expressions,
The  absence of bright light,
Street lights with all their might fight to expose this enigma,

When the city goes to bed anguish comes out to play wearing familiar faces,
tracing hidden scars invisible immortal scars, feasting on lost souls.

Innocent figures of fellow men blackout, sleep walking, some talking, confessing confidential infidelity, denied information.
Craving for unsatisfying satisfaction.

There is something about the night,
The saturday night,

mystically polluting young minds,
The calling of curiosity, silently revealing dirty visions of lust, to a 13 year old boy watching television wishing upon squitting pornstars to make his wet dreams come through, wet dreams bleaching brain washing intelligence vigorously.

The plagiarist is unknown, observe these nights with great delight for you cannot fight againts darkness when you deny light, I stumble with great fright, watching a young girls legs perfectly positioned like shoulder pads, ass hanging like a purse, upside down like a bat!
There is definately something about these nyts!

I've watched the sky night after night, afraid that the wrath of God will burn us all,
as soon as the full moon, goes on diet.
I've seen potential exes, in a mission to chop hearts into pieces.
The black night, the unfriendly night!


Presented me with the unseen sins, perveted acts of humanity, rotten dignity a heap of sin to infinity and beyond.
My eyes have witnessed insanity,   discovered that reality is a myth in these cities, worse than grandmamas tales, everything there is fake. From friends to rands. So I stay awake to watch the naked truth dance to the screams of silence, seducing my naked eyes. Then I begin to realize something strange about the black night, that gives me a fright, something strange that I cannot fight because I lack light!