It's dark
the smell of gas and wild flowers covering the nights natural musk.
Watch carefully,  things don't appear as they seem.
That silence you hear will be chased away by sirens,
That loneliness you feel, will be hugged by a corrupted soul.
Getting home in one piece is the goal.
Children up past their bedtime.
Not getting enough sleep after almost seeing mommy die.
The candy in their mouths just a security blanket covering feelings they haven't embraced.
Police out like guardian angels... devils in disguise.
This is what I hear in the silence of the city..
This is what I see in her pale glow of light...
Almost home, just took the last right..
Speed past a gang of insecurities... they screech hatred
The light at the end of my street flickering at my presence..
Almost as if waiting for me to be safe before she went out into her slumber.
Finally getting to my destination...
The lights on.. A warm welcome..
A smile... The laughs...
Everythings fine... or is it?
Not everything is as it seems.