Sunrise

I remember dreading the sunrise. It meant I could no longer hide my appearance or the things I've done the night before. Trying to find a dark safe place like a roch when the light is turned on. My dark secretive life no longer hidden by the pale moon light. My skinny frame and blood shot eyes now on display for the world to see. The wreckage I've caused now seen by the puffy waking faces. My dilated pupils not ready for the soul reviling light in the heavens. The chirping birds warning homeowners of the proweler in the vicinity. The moon light provided enough light to navigate the dark roads of my life. The night fog blending well with the haze of my mind. The dew covered grass washing my blood stained hands as I crawled recklessly through life. The bug bites scaring my empty soul threw the night. The bread like trails of growing mushrooms leading me to the devils gingerbread house. The meth being cooked in his cauldron to ensnare my dark and soulless life.