It's staggering
The darkness
With red light, green, and yellow.
But that glow
That stop and go beat
To the retreating of day
The goons come out
No longer petrified
We are the night.
We are the darkness.
We are the colored lines
That the daytime uses window blinds for.
We are the black liquid fire
That ignites all the hot toddy
Engines
The ones that beg to get their heads kicked in
To the music
Just to groove it
Where her lipstick is a dark red
Wine stained
Cheeks pink where he rubbed his hand
Spanked
Bent
Liquid liner cat eyed
Flying
Striped shirt with a little green Pussy bow ties around her neck
Snaps her fingers
Snap, snap
Tick, tack
A rat, tat, tat
We're those poets and those singers and those painters those lip-whispering angels
Snapping photographs from black and white
And we are those midnight dancers
We are the darkness
We are the ones.
That you've been begging for.
The ones you think of when you're all alone.
Because we got the passion of a thousand men.
We've got the humility of a hundred more.
And we have all suffered.
Homeless man on the sidewalk strumming til his fingers go numb.
That girl spitting up paint so bad that her artwork will sell while she's dying to get famous.
That comedian who makes jokes about his sadness.
That dancer who spins around a pole on a moving train.
And she captures it all.
Pops it out from her camera.
We are the darkness.
She has immortalized us.
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