Walking down the dark alley,
The air filled with a stench of rot
Litter crunching below my feet,
The heavy boots making a thud,
Neon signs flickering as I trot pass,
buzzing aloft. This is night, stranger
things awaits!
The long weather-beaten trench coat sweeping filth,
Charred cigars, spilt booze, used jimmy hats,
Leaping over empty beer bottles and passed out drunkards,
This is night, and everyone loses the grip on their minds,
Hookers calling out, flashing skin provocatively,
Ready to spring on a prey like a hungry Jaguar,
Truck drivers in sweaty checked shirts and withered caps,
drooling at the sight,
This is night, and there is no shame,
Night is filled with recklessness
Night is filled with wickedness
Profanity the only reality,
Wrong indistinguishable from right,
Sanity lost, lost in the icy shadows of night,
How did we get here?
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