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
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2012
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