Tinsel Town

tinsel town late at night early in the morning after all of the glitter has fallen dripping down the worn facades scenes worn into pretences of water colour puddles like gasoline rainbows on wet streets soon, mere ghost echoes absorbed into walls and walkways wanders off directionless without mouths egos rise from the leftovers bleak bland dawn walkers trod the ashen border of day afraid of the light yet drawn to the promise of warmth real human heat from working hearts vampires of counterfeit existence covet the sun but turn before melting lost once again in their imitation of life.