darkness

bring out the evil
the unknown
the exciting

step out with
bright eyes, bright laugh
under the harsh
glow of the streetlamp
and we dissapear
into the darkness
the less you see,
the better
lit by a soft light
a fire
we are free
the less you see,
the better

when the grey dead morning
breaks
your mouth fills with bitterness
you see
get back to what you know
you are forced to discard
what you are not
the less you see,
the better