The Night

The nights an intrinsic part of you, You can't hide, you can't play peekaboo The night's something you can't devalue. There is no ambiguity here The night wants to consume you and sneer Devour you like a wolf insincere. Its nocturnal howls sense taste fresh blood It wants to creep up; also be loved Wants to enter-your-ribs, be indulged. It's-got carnal desires it consumes Whatever it wishes—and entombs; Even stars of heaven it costumes. The night has a growing-appetite That glows just as bright as candlelight But doesn't mean we can't, satellite. Internally, radioactive Be-star-like, a distant fugitive Beam back good images more positive.