Walking dead in the night
Thinking on the wisps of steam from the gutters
Learning about myself and the devils in my mind
Screaming at the lights to end it
Laughing as the sound disappears with rubber smells
And silence comes
Comes like to claim the night
To bring the daemons, batlike, swarming things
Walking faster now, driven
Quickening to the beat of lightening flashes
The heat pervades as I running, the dawn seeking
Blanket covering me….
Suddenly the world below..my kingdom foul
The slowly moving trail of light lit humanity
I smile..and let my body fall
Walking dead in the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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