Into the Demiurge

Darkness envelops the city the demiurge is open for business hookers on the street show their wares Speed freaks hearts beat like bongo drums In the shadows a needle pierces flesh Night people come out in the shadows The smell of stale beer and laughter comes from an after - hours club The dark side of the city sings and dances as the clouds block the moonlight the night people remain anonymous in the urban shadows