Shiiit

Maybe it’s just us

Maybe we’re not playing the game right

But every time we use the ouija board

It spells out

“everything is going to be ok”

And the spirits smile

And the weather aint that bad

These demons

These spirits

This darkness

I don’t know man

Lately our resilience

Seems to overshadow

The Shadows

See,

When it gets dark

We teach ourselves echo vision

And use our beating hearts for flashlights

Or, or

We reincarnate with night goggles

Perfect lighting

For messages in bottle rockets to the moon

When it gets dark

We dream under Zodiacal light

Writing sonnets

On supernovas

And shooting stars

On less inspired days

We wait for evil to combust…

Spontaneously

And light a torch

When it gets dark

When they toss us in black vines

And black flames

We’ll shoot out smoke signals

To our soul mates

When it gets dark

We turn on the **** lights