Written by: Christopher Flaherty

The darkness is out there
Outside these wall's
Of cotton ball's and curtain call's

Circling the sky
While hollow grey clouds
Pray on the straggler bye
Where are our heroes
To disinfect these street's
Where are the politician's
Who actually service their seat's

Set up the bat light
And wrap up as tight
As old mother would
For nothing now can ever come to any good