Soweto is slowing down
Bodies about to be holed in.
Time of many mini deaths
as we all prepare to retire
to our beds. Most will face
the night alone
some with others.

Soweto is sliding silently
towards midnight.

A time when most will be off
kept alive only by their dreams.

The merchants of the dark arts
will start their shift soon
Focused solely on soiling souls.

Soweto is singing a silent lullaby
to me and my lonely heart.

It promises more nights like these.

Good night soweto. Love how you
remind me to find solace in nocturnal
melancholy.