Night time is
the time to be alive
a time to thrive
the time to be
everything yet nothing.
See,
at night time
many forms come about
but
without substance
they might as well be
an empty glass of water.
Night time madness
roars in the shadows
tip toeing between
shimmers of artificial radiance
followed by a maniac fever
that dances on the edge
of the incurable.
An influenza of self-indulgence
that leaves you in
a perpetual euphoria.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Night time is
the time to be alive
a time to thrive
the time to be
everything yet nothing.
See,
at night time
many forms come about
but
without substance
they might as well be
an empty glass of water.
Night time madness
roars in the shadows
tip toeing between
shimmers of artificial radiance
followed by a maniac fever
that dances on the edge
of the incurable.
An influenza of self-indulgence
that leaves you in
a perpetual euphoria.
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