Soulless master-pieces spread the night this night. Low beams from the shadows linger half in sight. Street lamps flicker and and make noises as bugs fry. Empty streets lay silent and uninhabitable, no lie.
Nights like this only exist on back streets and alleys or non-city abodes in the darkness of endless valleys. Nights like this leave eerie whispers on the neck Influences the brain to want to look over your shoulder … just to double check.
There is not even a moon to cast a light over the earth. No dreams of solidness, happiness, fondnesses of honestness of boldest bests. These kind of things on a darkened night like this on earth.
There the lonely rock of heart and soul linger passed like death Emptiness Swallows and shreds nakedness to the drumming sound of pain.
Picture Credits: Pixabay -released under Creative Commons CC0 as public domain.