The night it beckons.
A call undeniable
Sliver of silver light will do
Will be made to do

The prey on the corner
With all their useless senses
Their out reached hands
Held closed by fear

Ignorance in the light,
Profound understanding of white
All of it too bright to see
They’re comforted by blindness.

More than half a day passes
And once more the night is there
Stars thrown carelessly to the night sky
Points of light so distant it makes one wonder

Endless cycles,
Of different scales
Our reigning star
A silver pond reflection

Our skin like porcelain
Milky white,
A flesh tomb
For a misguided soul

See without your eyes,
Touch without your hands
Reach without arms
Move upon the winds

A whisper heard for miles
A hush on the crowd,
Echoes of footfalls
Not yet taken

Run now,
Attempt to escape
Hide and stay hidden
From the voices in your head