Many look at a sunrise and see romance.
But I'm unconventional.
A Rorschach could tell you that easily.
I grit my teeth as the light floods the city.
The darkness flees,
Like a man buried alive.
It's dragged,
Clawing at the buildings,
As it is forced to vacate.
And when it is gone?
I feel exposed.
Ungaurded.
The night is my hunting ground
*The light is a savage bloodbath