midnight pretenders
roam the black streets
tiny puffs of gray
coming from their lips
disappears into the cold air
their eyes are melancholy
and hopelessly vulnerable
to the watching stars
the burning embers
in their cigarettes
start to fade and dim
they began to run away
desperately, urgently
from the wretched
condemnation of time
they began to weep
violently, pitifully
as they suddenly realized
that night will only stay
in their forlorn dreams