When the Sun goes down

 

lurk in the dark

Photo credits: psychologytoday.com

 

 

 

When the Sun goes down

And the shadow that lurks in the dark

Has begone with Mad.

 

And the city lights

Has flickered for a while

Wooing the bag of blood.

 

There’s a street downtown

At the edge of the black house

Enticing to succumb into deliria.

 

And there’s the shadow of melancholy

Lurking near cold concrete

Waiting for another victim!

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