inside the dark alleyways of suburbia,
pitch black streets never looked so welcoming.
city lights line paths like torches

wind chills bones,
chaps lips.
sounds of airplanes and cars blend,
working together to ensure insomnia for those around the town

the moonlight bleeds into the stars but the city lights might as well erase
me.
eyelashes fall like leaves in the wind

fog rolls in in a metaphorical way
you couldnt repaint this if you tried
fireworks echo on a summer night;
music to the bored and broken