Un-

So wicked is the night, that she lures me into a forbidden. Full of hollow shelves that were left barren by hungry hands, that couldn't comprehend that they needed their eyes to read, and left starved by stupidity, that their death was left to feed. And what am I here; a man undiscovered by the uncovered; who are branded by the tag forgotten; a red tag, scribbled with a incomprehensible bar code, that could not be scanned, so they are left unorganized. Passing idly, in black thick boots, that walk on unreconstructed roads. Roads for the unaware individuals that sip on their coffees and colas, sleep walking into ritual and normalcy... But I can't just bide that way. Let me trade my light women for a dark one; for my hoping her heart would be the opposite of her skin. The other I had is riddled with unwritten tattoos, that she somehow wants me to find in her mind, but my hand has no pen, and the pen I would have has no ink, so I can't figure her secrets or write her mines, leaving me unwanted.