sunglasses at night

he wears sunglasses at night so the demons can't look out his eyes and he wears his smile like burberry a fashonista face for a crowd of discerning tastes a screech coming from within craving for more than just love he wants to prove a point that he can rise above he wants to rule the night so the darkness that creeps does not rule him in his sleep but deep beneath the surface lies his second skin not so alabaster as it it gleams under the full moon lit like sparkling snowflakes blue in the frosted light a reflective ambience that can surround you in his embrace cold for most to touch but i have found the warm spots a thousand tiny lights individually cannot bring heat but lit together form a warmth i have never known he glows with the possibilities of a future unwritten he is in flux he ebbs and flows like rivers like currents he is blue electric